we met at the store

Father John Misty

We met in a parking lot
I was buying coffee and cigarettes
Firewood and bad wine long since gone

But I m still drunk and hot wide awake
Breathing hard
And now in just one years time I ve become jealous
Rail thin
Prone to paranoia when I m stoned

This isn t true love someone ought to put me in a home
Say do you wanna get married
And put an end to our endless aggressive tendency to scorn
Provincial concepts like your dowry and your daddy s farm

For love to find us of all people
I never thought it d be so simple

Let s buy a plantation house and let the yard grow wild
Until we don t need the signs that say keep out
I ve got some folk bucks left and it s cheaper in the south

I need someone I can trust
To protect me from our seven daughters
when my body says enough
Don t let me die in a hospital
I ll save the big one for the last time we make love

Insert here
A sentiment regarding golden years
All cause I went to the store one day
I ve seen you around
What s your name