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