...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