Wiping our eyes of sleep
Drinking piping hot coffee
We keep it to ourselves
On summery days
In New Hampshire ways
You, smoking away
Me declining for the day
Jesus, nature is such a dull
Exciting place
Now you’re hiding out in your parents house
I wonder why you never come around
By convincing you to keep me awake
I want you to know, i want you to know,
I want you to know, to know I am asleep
I hope you’re asleep
Art shouldn’t end up as labor
So maybe stop being a bassist
At least for a while
Just to make yourself whole again

You put me on a pedestal, I’ve only disappointed you
You tell me I’m excellent, I’ve only exploited you
I love you, I hate you, it just depends on if you’re healthy
And if I’m on my meds, I guess
We got so drunk
I have no idea how I even got there
I hated seeing you crying
I still do
I don’t know why
It’s not like
It should affect me at all,
I put you on a pedestal
And you still don’t dissapoint

Hey, Jen why don’t you cut the shit
And tell us who you’re fighting for
Hey Jen, why don’t you cut it out
And tell us who you’re writing for

What’re you writing about?
What’s all this drinking stuff referencing?
Ooh, these are g-good lyrics
I should charge a dollar per argument
This time around everything will go alright
This time around we won’t fight
This time around, I won’t disappoint you
This time around, I won’t play a show with you
Because I was terrible
You try to give me comfort
And a drink, which I should have rejected
Your fingers are attached to the strings
And pull them down with a ring
Around your finger, marked black
Remarkable talent
Involved
To bend a bass string
I don’t know how you got that good
When I’ve been playing guitar for four years
And don’t know the names of chords
I woke up at 3 in the morning
With notes in your smudged handwriting
I couldn’t make it out
Your fingers probably still have bruises on the end
From having to play song 3 that many times
The only show I’ve ever played
Not worth it at all
To pass out in your bed

Hey, Jen why don’t you cut the shit
And tell us who you’re fighting for
Hey Jen, why don’t you cut it out
And tell us who you’re writing for