Montreal

You got four for Thanksgiving, 21 for the Lord

I haven't counted in a while, it might be a few more

And there's seven days for spring and maybe one more in between

And then on top of all the everything, assuming I survive

Another 90-day summer's gonna take my fucking life

And I would rather die

And let me make it clear

It's nobody's fault, but I think we all know

That I won't make it to Montreal

And I would rather die

I'll jump before I'll fall

And I'm having lots of fun

But I won't make it to Montreal

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I've got five, pretty skirts, I've got sweaters in drawers

I've got a nice, big blanket and carpeted floors

I've got lovers on lovers, friends on friends

The fucking fun just never ends

You like to talk about the future as if it's real

And when you tell me that you love me, I can almost feel it

But the wires won't connect, your blood has been rejected

And it doesn't even matter if I make it through the night

Because another fucking summer's gonna take my fucking life

And I'd just rather die

It's boredom over all

And I'm having lots of fun

But I won't make it to Montreal

And I don't wanna die

But I'll jump before I'll fall

And did you really think so?

I mean, no one fucking thought I'd make it to Montreal

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It's not that it's a bad plan, no the plan fuckin' slapped

I was so excited, you don't know how bad

I wanted all of it, the coffee job, the weather, the apartment

But I don't want anything anymore

I don't know, I guess I just got bored

It doesn't matter where the trolley goes this time

Because soon enough the summer's gonna take my fucking life

And I would rather die

And let me make it clear

It's nobody's fault, but I think we all know

That I won't make it to Montreal

And I don't wanna die

I don't wanna get left behind

But it's better half than none

I hope to God you have some fun

Go get laid in Montreal

The world's so big and I'm too small

You guys are different, you could have it all

I hope you make it to Montreal