You're Gonna Be Golden - Signals Midwest

We rode our bikes downtown to the river

Tried to build ourselves a home

Between rusted rapid-transit stations and whiskey ginger revelations

There’s a magazine open to a full-color spread with a girl trapped in grayscale

who looks back at me and says:

«You don’t get to look at me like that

You don’t get to tell me 'aw, it ain’t so bad.'»

So I don’t

I set a spark to my suffering city

And fell irresponsibly in love

Chris says, «Hey kid, you’re gonna be golden

You’re gonna go places that you never even dreamed of.»

She says «You don’t get to look at me like that»

You don’t get to tell me ‘aw, it ain’t so bad.'"

So I don’t

I said, «I hope I leave this earth focused on more than my self-worth.

«A legacy comprised of more than «this is all that we could afford.»

There will be islands with nobody on them

Remnants of houses will drift away in the sea

And names carved in tree trunks and footprints left in concrete will leave

better proof of our existence than my body could ever be