Tokyo – Julien Baker

Circling Tokyo
Waiting, oh yeah
Holding pattern, thirty stories high

Don’t wanna stay here
But I’ll crash anyway
Never learned how to come down
Without burning up on the runway

Don’t look
God, it’s a mess
A seven-car pile up of
Every disastrous thing
That I’ve been

Crane your neck
The aftermath
The imprint of my body left

Like a hotel patron
In your bed, a
Postcard, no return address
It’s nothing like you said you wanted
Nothing like you’re getting

You want love
This is as close
As you’re gonna get
Not enough

Just as much as you think
You can live with
Until it’s all gone, baby
It’s all gone, baby