Concerning the point, if you’ve found one to make
Stop gutting the greeter for its own silly sake
I’m getting real sleepy, I’m betting it’s easy
I’m getting by getting my baked goods biweekly
I’m a damage dismisser ’til the damage is done
I’m the 99th caller with a swollen up tongue I’m a poor conversationer, semi-vacationer
Perfect-reception-but-can’t-stand-the-station-er
And how does this all blend together?
I’m getting closer but I can’t get your makeup off of my chin
Then how do you get to the point where you sit
On a couch with a cleaver but you chew off your wrists
I’m a born hide and seeker, an old worn out sneaker
A mandatory middle school assembly guest speaker
And how does this all blend together?
I’m getting closer but I can’t get your makeup off of my chin
And when do we dry off completely?
That’s this unfortunate predicament I’m finding myself in
It’s coffee or soda, or coffee and soda
Or pretzels and coffee and candy and soda
And why don’t you chew in 10-2 like you’re supposed to
If only the sun lasts forever
If only the sun lasts forever
Then how long are we supposed to last?
More feel-good indie from Brooklyn's A Great Big Pile of Leaves, all bristling guitar tones and expansive choruses. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 18, 2021