Mushrooms from Michael by Knock Over City

Jimmy called to say he got his hands on a good stash of caps right now.
So we went to his house, and we swallowed them down, hung around.
And Katie was there and she looked a whole lot like her sister.
She said: "I know that you miss her." So we hung out for a while.

"Do you want to go to a game?" It doesn't really matter when it all looks the same.
You never got the number and you never knew the name.
She just left and I already came.

When we got to the park I stopped shaking as much and we laughed.
The lights were bright and the grass was green and the beer was cold so we sat.
And Katie sat to my left, singing "Sweet Caroline."
But we were drunk and I hate that song, so we sang off time.

We ducked back to her house, and we stood in her room then we sat on her couch
and I could taste her perfume, and I breathed through her mouth.
She said: "The ghosts in this room won't ever let out."

Then morning came quick, and I came off the trip.
We smoked cigarettes in between tiny sips
Of coffee and words that we didn't mean.
I left the next day, but I wouldn't say I got out clean.

Oh no.

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