Текст Fruit Bats – From A Soon–To–Be Ghost Town

It’s hard to be the last one in a soon to be ghost town
All that you’ve loved is now gone
And you could’ve left with the first big wave
But you remember back to when you first came

And it’s a hard to be queer one in a place with no queer ones
At least none who’d admit that they were
And you’re sharp, you could have split but you stayed because
At the very least you knew who you was
And you didn’t want to leave
‘Cause you liked the air
And you still don’t want to leave
‘Cause you like it there

It’s hard to be the last one in a soon to be ghost town
When all that you’ve loved is now gone
And you could have moved on to anywhere
But you remember back to your first day there
On the fire escape
Smoking cigarettes
With a fresh fat lip
A new best bet

And how you didn’t want to leave
‘Cause you liked the air
And you said you’d never leave
‘Cause you liked it then
How you still don’t want to leave
‘Cause you loved it there