Jens Lekman Follow

Erica America
Fremont street lies empty
a cleaning vehicle drew a line across my camera’s lens
I whispered our names—“Erica and Jens”

Erica America
they demolished a frontier casino
and the day after the air smelled like popcorn and ladies' perfume
Sinatra had his shit figured out, I presume

Erica America

Erica America
summer never ends here
I said to myself, as if that would make things better
summer is exhausting me with its exhaust fumes and empty promises
and promises of no more empty promises

Erica America
I wish I’d never met you
like I wish I’d never tasted wine
or tasted it from lips that weren’t mine
now every drop tastes more bitter all the time

Erica America

Erica America
I wish I’d never met you
like I wish I’d never tasted wine
or tasted it from lips that weren’t mine