Sackville Sun - Zoey Van Goey

I listened to your record and it made me want to jump out a window

But in a good way

Dad was yelling at you to come to dinner, oh

With his uptight new fiancée

You said you didn’t even know you were sad

But the singer made you realize that lovin’s a drag

You started dressing in black and stopped shaking hands

You and I we get along so we stayed friends

Come back from the city, shop at secondhand

And bring me a T-shirt of our favorite band

You had a little gang down at the cemetery

All caught in costume, all write the poetry

But they couldn’t write their way out of a dictionary

You couldn’t wait to pack up and go

We were in a happy stage, until you read suture at too early an age

You started dressing in black and stopped shaking hands

You and I we get along so we stayed friends

Come back from the city, shop in secondhand

And bring me an 8-track of our favorite band

(You and I didn’t have an 8-track player, but we imagined it would sound

something like this)

If we were competing in a race to hell

You’d want to win the bronze, silver and the gold as well

You hate most everything and everyone

But you and I get along under the Sackville Sun