Lyrics Sackville Sun - Zoey Van Goey

Sackville Sun

I listened to your record and it made me want to jump out a window
But in a good way
Dad was yelling at you to come to dinner, oh
With his uptight new fiancée
You said you didn’t even know you were sad
But the singer made you realize that lovin’s a drag
You started dressing in black and stopped shaking hands
You and I we get along so we stayed friends
Come back from the city, shop at secondhand
And bring me a T-shirt of our favorite band
You had a little gang down at the cemetery
All caught in costume, all write the poetry
But they couldn’t write their way out of a dictionary
You couldn’t wait to pack up and go
We were in a happy stage, until you read suture at too early an age
You started dressing in black and stopped shaking hands
You and I we get along so we stayed friends
Come back from the city, shop in secondhand
And bring me an 8-track of our favorite band
(You and I didn’t have an 8-track player, but we imagined it would sound
something like this)
If we were competing in a race to hell
You’d want to win the bronze, silver and the gold as well
You hate most everything and everyone
But you and I get along under the Sackville Sun