Mountains

When I’m walking to the corner store

Feels like i’m sinking to the ocean floor

When we got married under that big red sky

I felt the promise melt between my thighs

Meet up midnight at the 7-eleven

Some other version of myself’s picture of heaven

No one will curse the day you came

You’re making mountains of it

Old man says he’s got the birthday blues

I say to give it another month or two

Now we’re rolling in the parking lot

he’s super stranded in some half-formed thought

Shit got real for you in 95

The things you do to keep yourself alive

No one will curse the day you came

You’re making mountains of it

No one will make you change your name

You’re making mountains of it

You wanna set your life in flames

But you’re making mountains of it