Montana Fantasy Lyrics by Leah Marie Mason
These city streets are suffocatin’
Smokey shades of concrete grey
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These city streets are suffocatin’
Smokey shades of concrete grey
I mostly listened to my mothers advice
That nothing good ever happens past midnight
We met somewhere between California and Carolina
Ran against the western wind, wouldn’t let it roll me in again
Love isn’t really real
That’s just how you make me feel
Hannah woke herself up crying on the day that she turned twenty-six
On her phone a disproportionate amount of messages from family and just-in politics
Ooh, it’s always the thrill of the chase until the chase ain’t new
And you were the forbidden fruit