Stories

Not your average summer
Making out in cars
You haven’t lived an ordinary life at least so far

Sitting in my kitchen
Piercing emerald eyes
Telling me the earth is flat the sky is not the sky

And I could say
I know you’re wrong
But honestly I've

Never been to heaven
Never been to hell
Who am I tell you what exists and what stories we just tell ourselves?
Like we can
Travel back in time
It’s all off the table
Until someone somewhere proves it right

Every urban legend
Had to start somewhere
So maybe what you’re saying will be talked about in years

So we can sit and we can talk
And say that June comes after August
And the Moon is just a dot
At a distance we can walk to
And your father never left you and your mother always wanted to
Be sober to be constant
Honestly I've

Never been to heaven
Never been to hell
Who am I tell you what exists and what stories we just tell ourselves?
Like we can
Travel back in time
It’s all off the table
Until someone somewhere proves it right

It goes it goes for anybody
Who know who knows anything?
One sky endless imagination
Nothing, nothing is everything

It goes it goes for anybody
Who know who knows anything?
One sky endless imagination
Nothing, nothing is everything