[Verse 1] I’m on that twelve month delay, life of an artist I spend time with my recordings by never belonging Stopped sleeping in the morning, I don’t set alarms It feels natural, we should probably stop with the porn Would you rather lock doors or drop jaws? Duck a comfort zone, I know all my butterflies’ moms Scattered thunderstorms, I could write 100 bad songs Only one of them’s not really so bad after all, hypothetical Call me whatever’ll do it I save my breath for the music Penciled in myself on the mound I hit the first 7 batters, sent a massage around I likе movies from the 70s now School’s out Directorial dеbut’s on the marquee Only drink coffee on the weekends, I’m starving I feel like Chinaski in the post office I keep a memoir under each pillow Waking up sweating in a hoodie no kidding Turn the show off, lookie lookie no mittens Lucky that my dreams scare me into being bolder when I zig zag Bishop or a tin man Misanthropic antihero, cinefile villain By the third act they still haven’t met formally If we ever meet I like my angels vivacious Even though half of me’s frozen like the groceries Socially, low & behold, we’re all acquainted now Noticing the pattern in a pitter patter rain sound Is similar to pads on the hardwood Facedown on a Friday All i really know is keep working like blind dates [Chorus] (Keep working like blind dates) (Keep working like blind dates) You don’t even know what you look like I don’t even know what you look like You don’t even know Wait, I don’t You don’t even know what you look like You don’t even know what we look like My bad [Verse 2] Second verse is still me Fried demo in the drop box at one or two or three I hit Monk on a Friday and told him bout my week in the form of an mp3 Is this me? Is that weird? Is this free? What that is if i can’t share it with everybody? I walk amongst scary shadows and ball bearings Origami bones, I see creases in your epidermis Growing pains are coming You can miss me with the epidural Hydroponics yield more but something feels off with not giving them soil if its available We don’t do shortcuts It looks like you stole your tour bus I saw your balance sheet and almost threw up Your liabilities are screwed up, priorities too I know feeling all alone but not wanting to move That’s when self interest deserves a boost Shoot, I’ve got a blind date in a few If I’m late it’s on you
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