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(álbum: No Joy - 2023)

I'm not sure when
I stopped reading science fiction
Stopped believing in the world to come
When everything
You dreamed at seventeen
Is stuck laughing at the sum

Oh, you try to find some deeper meaning
Oh, but every day feels like an ending
You're not sure you feel it anymore

And you're not sure why
That Catholic girl still lives inside you
You never shook your fear of hell
Transpacific flight
You may have already died
So smile up under the swell

Oh, and try to shake the constant feeling
Oh, the double takes and "no it can't be's"

We met in a mansion
And you swore you had the plan
Preacher talked about the ocean
While you clamped onto my hand

Head split open in wonder
Marvel at the painted sky
Head split open whenever
You just want to see my face forever

I'm not sure when
This turned into science fiction
Blessed to wake up at the world's end
A fitting joke
I found something to love
As you turn to salt in my hands