Marisa, I’ll miss ya, I want you to stay
we met in a dim lit lab in tenth grade
You showed me around in my own home town
We climbed down the bridge, we climbed down, down, down, down, down
Now the exit and entrance they both look the same
Shaking out some words to speak a flame
when fire starts raging and truth’s all out
I’ll just be an arsonist, put the blame on my mouth
Well, truth
is a boiling river
it’s proof
that it’s rarely delivered
Will you
float back home?
Will you
boil in the foam?
Like a year ago
Marisa, I’ll miss ya, I want you to stay
You said you’re moving to a different city
somewhere far in the west coast
you took off from pillar to post
We arrived home late but I was sober I swear
Swam in a cloud of your dark hair
It meant risk of rain, risk of tears
If I knew you’d be leaving the next year
Well, truth
is a boiling river
it’s proof
that it’s rarely delivered
Will you
float back home?
Will you
boil in the foam?
Like a year ago
Marisa, I’ll miss ya, I want you to stay
But I know it can’t always be that way
Call home, dear
Call home, dear
Call home, dear
They miss you
But it’s never going to end
No, it’s never going to end
No, it’s never going to end
No, it’s never going to
Call home, dear
Call home, dear
Call home, dear
They miss you
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