Posted up in Garner Park
Stole your copy of Camus
Feeling all “L’Étranger” feeling like a douche
Getting older now feels so inopportune
Maybe there’s no good time in life to learn you’re not immune
Anyway, how’s Peru?
Listening to true crime podcasts
In my underwear in your kitchen
What is it with young women types and the macabre?
Maybe just the threats we’re forecast
Need my Nomme de guerre
As a fiction I can live in
Cause I’m living off commissions and the now and then odd job
Anyway, how’s Pеru?
In my daydreams I don’t wear headphonеs
I do my own thing
The music just plays
Maybe I should try to make more friends my own age
But I’m so used to wunderkinding
Don’t think I could stand being average
Used to having the advantage of my youth making me look sage
Anyway, how’s Peru?
Posted up in Garner Park
Reading Camus
Feeling like a stranger, feeling new
Why do I get so sad on summer afternoons?
Maybe just the way the light slants across my borrowed bedroom
Anyway, how’s Peru?
Trying to get less sentimental after I’ve had a few
Anyway, how’s Peru?
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Sigra Lyrics – How’s Peru?