Lucy Dacus

Familiar Place

Lucy Dacus


I came through the backyard
You let the garden die
How did I get here?
How did I get here?
What did I do to deserve this?

The mountain was taller than I could’ve fathomed
I hardly believe it from here at the bottom
I can’t imagine why you’d want to be at the top
Oh my God, what will I do if you ever stop?

Without you, I am surely the last of our kind
Without you, I am surely the last of my kind

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