July

nothing good will ever happen again.
On the hood of the car, summer parking lot.
mountains or hills, in the northeast we don't know
the difference.
Waiting for fireworks aware of class maybe, maybe not.
When a Wal-Mart was a Jamesway or an Ames,
nostalgia for older iterations of shit is so
my brand. nothing good will ever happen again.
Summer like graffiti on the New Jersey Turnpike
like the cross between Long Island and the deep, deep woods.
Everyone up here with a vague accent,
Everyone up here has always been here.
Nothing good will ever happen again. Hood of the car,
summer parking lot. In the Northeast hills, New Jersey
turnpike vibes, deep deep woods. We're far away,
up here, with Long Island accents, in the hills,
when a Wal-Mart was a Jamesway or an Ames,
shit, these fireworks will never happen again. nostalgia
for a class that never was. Summer like graffiti on the
New Jersey Turnpike. Mountains or hills, we don't know.
Long Island accent or the deep deep woods? It's vague up here.
Nothing good will ever happen again. My brand
On the hood of the car, waiting for fireworks,
parking lot of Jamesway or an Ames. New Jersey
or the deep, deep hills.