Just take me back to Montreal

I'll get a real job, you'll go back to school

We can burn out in the freezing cold

And just get lost

                         ⣠⢤⣀
   ⢰⠋⠉⠒⢄  ⣠⠤⠔⢒⠎    ⠈⠳⣤⢤⡀
 ⢀⡏      ⠔⠉            ⢄    ⠘⢦⠈⠑⢤⡀  ⢀⣤⣤⡀
 ⢸⢠⢆                    ⠈⡆    ⢈⠆    ⠙⢔⠋⢀⡼⠃
 ⠸⢨⠊                    ⠈⠃              ⠈⢯⠁
 ⡰⠁                                          ⠈⡆
⣰⠁⢀⣀                                          ⣷
⡇⣂⢸⣿⠂⠠⣀⡠  ⢰⣿⣷  ⣀                      ⡏
⢳⡀                ⠉⠁⠐⠄                  ⢀⡜⠁
 ⠙⢤⡀                                  ⣀⡴⠋
     ⠉⠉⠒⠒⠦⠤⠤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⠤⠤⠶⠒⠚⠉⠁

She's asleep, in the backseat

Looking peaceful, enough to me

But she's waking up, inside a dream

F u l l o f s c r e e c h i n g t i r e s a n d f i r e

We're coming back, from where no one lives

Pretty much just veterans

When I pointed out where the North Star is

She called me a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ liar