From the recording Tourist
Lyrics
Little Abuelita, on your 95th rotation
You were smiling as we passed beneath the leaves
Your children flew from texas
To sing feliz cumplianos
It’s so nice to see a happy family
Black-winged raven
You were lying there in state
I think you more deserve that royal motorcade
You never needed any hollow kind of praise
Never needed to feel needed in that way
Why can't i start to act the same
Am i just making up for sedentary days
It's hard to let you slip away
Your anesthetic pity-party shitshow fades
When we came to find you
You were so trapped inside your brain
You looked terrified
There was nothing we could say
It must be awful
To be locked inside that cage
I’ll keep pretending
That it won't be us someday
Why cant you have a little fun?
You just romanticize the stupid shit you've done
How can you hope to be someone
If you leave your spirit out to rot under the sun
Well, turn around and run
Turn around and run
Turn around and run
Turn around and run