put THIS in your pantry with your cupcakes. Beethoven meets his shitty teenage nephew
lyrics
You glide and float through life and you know it
you show it
all the time
I'm not gonna drag this out and wax pathetic
I mean it
you'll be fine
You deserve a chance at true happiness
and I
I deserve a chance to blow it with somebody else
If you're ever, ever alone and I somehow gracelessly stumble across your mind
just look at the moon in the night sky
'cause I'm probably on some rooftop drunk as hell
screaming noise-complaint loud, unintelligible
at the moon, at god, at you, at the cops, at whatever the fuck
having a hard time coming to terms with my luck
'cause you're the type of girl who people kill themselves 'cause they can't have, and I'm the type of guy who stubbornly refuses to die
fuck how i feel, I'm gonna ride this one out
True love waits, yeah right, true love waits for a ghost from a storybook with a price tag on its back, while real life tramples innocence and playfully kicks around its corpse
and the songs don't help
fuck
yes indeed Mrs. Robinson, Jesus loves you more than he loves me
Somewhere, beyond the sea
somewhere, not thinking of me
my lover fucks some other guy
and watches the clouds go rolling by
I am yours, but you're not mine, we are whatever the fuck
and you make it hard
credits
from Pathétique,
track released April 19, 2016
Drums performed by Erikos Vlesmas. Excerpts of songs written by Paul Simon, Stephen Stills, Jack Lawrence, and Charles Trenet.