Parsley

Got airplane bottles of peanut butter whiskey, but I know they never fly Says they'll drive me home to East Texas, says its natural I wanna die Big sister's throwing an exclusive wedding They all might get too drunk and miss the ending Not invited but I bought a pink dress Wanna lay down in it, my head on their chest Too easy to truly be brand new Know I'm something smaller and weaker than you Know you'll say that that ain't even true Cinnamon, thyme, sage, and parsley too Says they'll build me my own little house, somewhere to escape to I think it might be time to leave this city, it knows me like I do Too easy to truly be brand new Know I'm something quicker and crueler than you Know you'll say that, baby, that's too true Cinnamon, thyme, sage, and parsley too Too easy to truly be brand new Know I'm just as sick of this shit as you Know you'll say that, baby, thats too true Cinnamon, thyme, sage, and parsley too