Jonah Matranga You Always Said You Hated San Francisco
The moon hung over most of San Francisco.
What a big dumb disco ball it really is.
Stealing sun from Egypt and Australia,
And I wonder what it looks like where you live.
You always said you hated San Francisco,
With all the f..cking flowers in the hair.
Well I sort of hate it too but I wouldve stayed for you
in San Francisco.
Waving through a window at some rock show down in
Jersey.
It felt as stupid and romantic as it sounds.
Still seems like the first I'd ever seen you.
But you were so familiar it's like you'd always been
around.
You said I sort of sung you to the west coast
But I wonder sometimes who the siren is.
Either way the long drive back to woodbridge was as
beautiful and sad and dangerous as the sea.
You always said you hated San Francisco,
With all the f..cking flowers in the hair.
Well I sort of hate it too but I wouldve stayed for you
in San Francisco.
And when we met your family I knew you were whole
And I knew I was going to go I should have known I
should have known.
I never did love you the way I wanted.
You didnt let me, or maybe I was scared.
It could be we're just good at being haunted.
It was sweet and it was sad, the haunting that was
shared in San Francisco.
San Francisco.
In San Francisco.
San Francisco.
