Tim Kasher Follow

I swear you don't look the same
You roll your eyes and glare outside
There is that shitty attitude I don't recognize

Suffocating me
A dense canopy of trees
We spent September in Topanga
As you plotted how to leave me

Had a nightcap at Abuelitas
As coyotes cried for their prey
It sickens me how fully I relate
What happened to our youth
Howling up at the moon?
We spent September in Topanga
Getting bitter, and battered, and used

And I'm not a child anymore,
But I sure can act like one
Is it the solitude that drives you mad
Or is it the tantrums? The tantrums

Delirium tantrums
Delirium tantrums

The bartender chided,
Said I look like Charlie Manson

I shook you in the dead of night
Trying to reignite that spark
You said your head was drowning in Pinot noir
We used to drink and reminisce
Now we drink to forget
And the way you look at another man
It's like you're looking for the exit

We woke up sick as street dogs
Trying to shake off last night's dirt
I cussed you out for siding with the bartender
You ran out to the trees
Screaming for coyotes to do you in

We spent September in Topanga
And we're never going back again
We spent September in Topanga
And we're never going back again
We spent September in Topanga
We ain't ever going back there