ain’t quite sure when my echo started callin’ me darlin’,
just like I can’t remember when the saturation got muted,
or when it all started hazin’ out like weighted rain.
there ain’t a flavor I’ve spit out in years,
but I ain’t been much for the savor either.
‘n it’s been years since I been more than pricked darlin’,
‘n all them tears is fleetin’,
but I know you’re sad now,
‘n I know that sunrise is gonna be damn beautiful.
you gotta promise me you’ll tell me about it.
