El Toro by Grocer

I was dreaming of some soft salutation
The words you'd say to me hung on the wall
I saw a picture of us getting rained on at the lake
when I still had a bed out in the hall

I woke up singing Frankie Valli
Late September oh, what a night.
I grew up counting out the seasons like epochs in my mind
I never thought I'd live to see the other side

I was born on a ladder
on the first Sunday in July
Kids running around getting teased by El Toro in the streets
I guess I might still be afraid to die
I guess I might still be afraid to die

I was concieved under some stipulations
I start to think that I could never live them down
It's apparent to me that I'm a child to you
Not making you proud lying 6 feet underground

I wandered out into the desert
A gift forgetting if I'm getting out alive
But I’d be lying in the brush with El Toro after dusk
It never dawned on me how beautiful it was

I'm not leaving if I'm leaving you behind

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