of Montreal - Soft Music/Juno Portraits of the Jovian Sky lyrics
[of Montreal - Soft Music/Juno Portraits of the Jovian Sky lyrics]
Scrolling on the DM you don't know me though
Had you on my lips again
You don't know me though
I don't need a girlfriend
You don't know me though
Wrecked another weekend
You don't know me though
Soft music drains the oxygen from
Besieged Bushwick streets
Reflexively retching Anglo influx
Though there will be no gentrificating of
Graffitied worship of summer love
It's hard to stop the triggering
Of one's self-destructive urges
I liberated you twice
You don't know me though
You've become my only vice
You don't know me though
I know how to be nice
You don't know me though
I'm a, I'm a sacrifice
You don't know me though
I'd been abandoned when you nursed
Me on my swerve
I made my antidrug being your loyal serf
I became a holiday I need you to observe
I gave you devotion that
I'm hoping you deserve
I guess redemption is my ultimate turn-on
This reclamation has got me trying to prove
The needle never slides off of the groove
Got to win
Soft music drains the oxygen from
Besieged Bushwick streets
Of white flight in reverse on
The crest of their vaporwave
On intersectional highs and usurpation lows
It's hard to stop the impact
Of one's offensive ways
Soft music drains the oxygen from
Besieged Bushwick streets
Reflexively retching Anglo influx though
There will be no gentrificating of
Graffitied warship of summer love
It's hard to stop the triggering
Of one's self-destructive urges
Purgatory at Hartsfield awed by
Juno's portrait's of the Jovian sky
Purgatory at Hartsfield awed by
Juno's photos of the Jovian sky
Purgatory at Hartsfield awed by
Juno's photos of the Jovian sky
Purgatory at Hartsfield awed by
Juno's photos of the Jovian sky
Purgatory at Hartsfield awed by
Juno's photos of the Jovian sky
Had you on my lips again
You don't know me though
I don't need a girlfriend
You don't know me though
Wrecked another weekend
You don't know me though
Soft music drains the oxygen from
Besieged Bushwick streets
Reflexively retching Anglo influx
Though there will be no gentrificating of
Graffitied worship of summer love
It's hard to stop the triggering
Of one's self-destructive urges
I liberated you twice
You don't know me though
You've become my only vice
You don't know me though
I know how to be nice
You don't know me though
I'm a, I'm a sacrifice
You don't know me though
I'd been abandoned when you nursed
Me on my swerve
I made my antidrug being your loyal serf
I became a holiday I need you to observe
I gave you devotion that
I'm hoping you deserve
I guess redemption is my ultimate turn-on
This reclamation has got me trying to prove
The needle never slides off of the groove
Got to win
Soft music drains the oxygen from
Besieged Bushwick streets
Of white flight in reverse on
The crest of their vaporwave
On intersectional highs and usurpation lows
It's hard to stop the impact
Of one's offensive ways
Soft music drains the oxygen from
Besieged Bushwick streets
Reflexively retching Anglo influx though
There will be no gentrificating of
Graffitied warship of summer love
It's hard to stop the triggering
Of one's self-destructive urges
Purgatory at Hartsfield awed by
Juno's portrait's of the Jovian sky
Purgatory at Hartsfield awed by
Juno's photos of the Jovian sky
Purgatory at Hartsfield awed by
Juno's photos of the Jovian sky
Purgatory at Hartsfield awed by
Juno's photos of the Jovian sky
Purgatory at Hartsfield awed by
Juno's photos of the Jovian sky