Astrology & Context

Winnetka Bowling League

Compositor: Matthew Koma

We snuck into water parks over the winter
And stole all the wine off the shelves
Smiled like little kids do in their pictures
Before they're aware of themselves
Now I'm stringing lights on a hospital bed
And taping up posters of Rome
They pump so much morphine into you, I'd bet
You'll get there before you go home

So, honey, lay your head on my pillow
Wanna lay in bed with you looking at Zillow
Dreaming of a big life and a high fence
In a world where we could make sense
Now, honey, I'll be here in the morning
You should get some rest, La Cienega's pouring
If you see a bright light over sunset
Tell 'em Heaven don't deserve you yet

Lip syncing to Morrissey in a green see-through dress
Me hating astrology as much as you hate context
I wish that we could be there now
Before you got your blood tests back in August
And you still had your thick eyebrows
And I could tell a lie from being honest

So, honey, lay your head on my pillow
Wanna lay in bed with you looking at Zillow
Dreaming of a big life and a high fence
In a backyard burning incense
Now, honey, I'll be here in the morning
You should get some rest, Santa Monica's pouring
If you take a deep breath that you can't catch
Tell 'em Heaven don't deserve you yet

We don't need report cards or fancy statistics
We never feel better from them
The space between dreaming and being realistic
I think's where I'll stay till the end