Soft Music/Juno Portraits of the Jovian Sky ​of Montreal

[Part 1: Soft Music]

Trolling on the DM
You don't know me though
Had you on my lips again
You don't know me though
I don't need a girlfriend
You don't know me though
Wrecked another weekend
You don't know me though

Soft music drains the oxygen from
Besieged Bushwick streets
Reflexively retching Anglo influx, though there will be
No gentrificating of
Graffitied worship of summer love
It's hard to stop the triggering of one's self-destructive urges

I liberated you twice
You don't know me though
You've become my only vice
You don't know me though
I know how to be nice
You don't know me though
I'm a, I'm a sacrifice
You don't know me though