Bad blood saturating the sheets and the blankets
Good God, there are ghosts floating up from the pavement
They flip over the houses, blood runs out from the basements
In its unholy flow, its unholy flow
You remember this whimpering, thick, nauseous feeling
From your stepbrother chasing you around with a staple gun
When you were young?
It was fun, and then suddenly pain became a very real thing
Do you remember that feeling?
Similarly, this isn't fiction
Well actually, mostly it is
Or a series of IRL moments cloaked in the vagueness that songs give
But when there's nothing to say
And you've got to say something
Fuck, I don't even know
I don't even know

We pass on the street, and say hi 'cause we have to
Even though both of us are clearly just like, "I fucking hate you"
So stilted and silent, and not awkward, just angry
"But hey I gotta go, but I’ll see you at the show"
It’s that song everybody loves, but the lyrics are garbage
And it stresses me out how often you’re mentioned
It's like everyone we know collectively vomited up a pile of brown sweaters or something
And were so impressed with the results that they put 'em on the wall
And I'm so sad you're in my head
And I'm so sorry it's so venomous,
Especially because we've got maybe like four or five words ever spoken between us
But I can't get my heart into my mouth
I can't tell you. I can't stop you.
I don't want to.

And this first day of school shit just seems to keep happening
Everybody says, "Man, it's so cool, I'm so glad you're doing your own thing."
But worse than disdain is colossal indifference
Their smiles are so big and there's no one at the gate
I'm either deep in the woods or on TV for everyone
And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know it’s disgusting
How much I think about myself in relation to nothing
Things that aren’t gonna stay, just aren’t gonna stay
Like I was getting a tooth pulled in the free clinic in Portland, 2007
The dentist turned out to be this dude, the dreamer whose band I recorded
And somehow that was comforting
And then the Novocaine blocked me in
It closed up my throat
And I was ready to go home


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