SONG LYRICS

our idle days are trapped in cinematic haze

i’m bored to death, let's have a seance

we were beholden to no one!

but your posture changed, 

when I copied the keys to my place

can we be lovers on the weekdays?

cuz this start-stop love’s got me dreamin’ different scenes

i think i need real stakes

wanna feel my cold heart ripped open

so long I've waited for closure

and the halfway ain't holding me over

said today’s a yes

but tomorrow’s a maybe or less

can we be lovers on the weekdays?

i know i sound deranged

this is a brazen invasion of space!

still: can we be lovers

on the weekdays?

you only call

when you got nothing to do

is that how much i matter to you?

on and on it cycles, yeah

we’re both flakes

but get us in the same room

it's like we never changed!

on and on it cycles, yeah

let’s fuck around, fuck around yeah

strange

just when i think i’m getting deeper with you

that’s when i feel you fade away

on and on it cycles

all in all it’s fine

let’s fuck around

oooh if it’s over, just be up front with me.

let’s skip on to the grieving.

on and on it cycles

all in all it’s fine

the lake’s reflection is a cotton candy cloud, oh yeah mhmm no one would know it by the way you run your mouth in spitting distance there’s forgiveness in your face from further out I feel ya yanking at my chain, oh yeah I do love in real time scrapes a knee and you’re still waiting for us king kurzweil’s at cruising speed, for the time being so bored of certitudes and wisdom of the crowds living like faith is just the opposite of doubt it’s a hidden bullseye, secret key into your parents’ closet ancient actor that steals the scene whose name i can’t remember. brightest night sky, deepest clean, the loss that won me over love in real time’s the death of me. ms. jenkins party of two we’ve got a table for you

high street was our happy place the sign is bolted down so it’s not torn away and hung up on a freshman’s wall by poster of bob marley with a soccer ball no i don’t have the wherewithal to run. midnight is the province of the young it flashes when the leaves are dead you dream of mississippi and a single bed. passion without elegance, holes inside your jeans from when you hopped the fence no i don’t have the wherewithal to roam it’s pretty but it still don’t feel like home. midnight is the province, midnight is the province of the young. bridge “not the fault of anyone” is a fantasy not the fault of anyone is the bed that we have made how you are with anyone is how you are with everyone you say instrumental of verse chorus they don’t have the wherewithal to stay it’s like pulling teeth to keep these two awake midnight is the province of the young, may love not fade away

Tom, you’ve got a warm and kindhearted soul.

Thanks for powering our country! I know the work’s been taking a toll but Tom,

you gotta eat until your stomach’s three-quarters full you can live to be a hundy --

if a hundred years is your goal, yeah setting goals and thinking of tom, dreaming of the weekend with tom.

Tom, your bag is headed straight for the hole.

thanks for powering our country! you let me in on the joke,

reasons why i’m thankful for Tom.

Oh I could take you anywhere

If you wanted to get out of your way

Take an hour outside your head.

It was such a stupid sentiment,

And I’d do anything to have it again

Break it down to repeatable motions.

so fleet the works of man;

back to the earth again.

all ancient and holy things

fade like a dream.

whatcha recommend i do?

aimee avenue

i need you to keep your shoulders straight

now, if you mimic the posture of your subject, it will make them feel a bit more comfortable.

remember to focus on the victim, not the perpetrator.

this way you're bound to have a more constructive conversation,

which is what we want

if the parking lot, the DMV

has drained me of my empathies

could this patient love, be poison fruit

when we're in the water line,

would we save a space for you?

whatcha recommend i do?

aimee avenue

hazy autumn back in mid-missouri,

the greenery surrendered to the red,

my ears are ringing like tornado sirens

melinda shoots confetti on your bed.

i, i can’t wait till morning comes again

ahah, aha let’s watch the sun wake up

my distant friend.

at halloween, if a kid wants candy

she’s got to tell the homeowner a joke.

a little extra when you stick the landing

you can stop me if you’ve heard this one before

ah, you made your father your best man

ahah, aha, then did the moonwalk for your first dance

aha, lada, your voice keeps breaking up

my distant friend

i know i’m going heavy on the rhetoric, but could i change your mind?

close friends living int he same neighborhood, it just makes sense

convenience-wise

ah, i won't let them draw those curtains just yet

let’s get the gap closed up, my distant friend

you can’t rely on emotion

it’s like a cloud rollin through

but we’ve had this big one hanging over that’s jankin’ my groove

your eyes have grand implications

but still your lips never move

give me that verbal confirmation that you feel it too

why’s it so strange to say you love me?

like it’s some burden to prove?

i know the word’s gotten cheaper over time that’s real

and maybe it’s too far gone to capture the depths of how you really feel

but somehow it still wrecks me

that you can’t shake one loose

(just one, just say it)

why’s it so strange to say you love me?

what kinda harm would it do?

i sense some friction when you touch me

i wanna get smooth

(various monosyllabic sounds)

why’s it so strange to say you love me?

why’s it so strange to say you love me?

why’s it so strange to say you love me?

why’s it so strange to say you love me?

spring's got you you so messed up in a loop:

is this loneliness or solitude?

a face divorced from a name in a

rented town

“things that would take you ten minutes’ll take me an hour”

Merced, it’s time

let’s kill the classics

hearing ya talk up death as escape

at a pacers game, on a saturday

half the crowd does the wave now it’s

winding down

spend some time with me

i’m off at 9 today.

the devil will find you when you hit the peak of your powers

merced

as if no one on earth can conceive of the mess you’re in

it’s partially selfish to ask you to stay at this hour

merced it’s time

take off the plastic wrap, aw yeah

let’s kill the classics

poker boy, don’t change your style it’ll take away the mystery! over pair, you raise the flop and it’s too late now to fold it’s the usual dilemma in the tyranny of twos. shoulder pads, those suits and ties met the dusty bins of history. the kings and queens wear chucks and jeans, send ya postcards from the road it’s the prisoner’s dilemma it’s the tyranny of choose! and i will never change i’m in love with the previous version of you.

 wanna say i worship you, but i don’t

i wanna say i’ll be there at noon, but i won’t

and tho the truth is making you cry

it’s better than living the lie.

i wanna say i worship you

but i don’t

spent twice a week in the verse buying time

thinking that a new combination of words might change my mind

but you can’t force a feeling where it don’t exist

and say you’re happy even though i got the order wrong

i wanna say i worship you but i don’t

because the moon is yanking the tide

and i don’t have the cheat code for infinite lives

i wanna say i worship you

but i don’t.

i still remember your bad breath

dollar store cologne

stuck on every towel i own.

broke the cardinal rule for guests

learn to leave the host alone

and put back your dishes when done

but you don’t have to get up -

i’m not leaving yet.

i can tell you’re unimpressed

your face doesn’t match your tone

what do people do here for fun?

let’s go walking on broadway.

maybe skip to the sticks yeah

where i can flip my shit in peace

oh let me flip my shit in peace

flip my shit

you don’t gotta talk tough

we’re all friends here

or that was the impression i got.

i wasted 25 bucks

on these bogus headphones

and they’re cheaper to replace than repair

you don’t have to get up. i’m not leaving yet.

i'm not leaving

(just keep breathing)

the living room doesn’t have a couch

we’re opening bottles with our mouths

come by!

say hi!

ask someone once and they refuse,

the second time they’re in debt to you

that’s fine!

next time!

please don’t kill us with your kindness

it’s unnecessary mary if we’re takin up your me time

argue logistics with your dad

he doesn’t have faith in google maps

we just gotta keep the clan together

mom has a suit laid out for me

wants me to shave until i bleed

and who am i to tell her no?

no no nuh no no no

sleeping with the tent flap open then i’m

pissin at a howard johnson

50 points for being honest

minus 10 for being rude

nursing a grudge you made in college

you’ll feel about 30 ticks better if you just let it go

i know you would like to go back to school

but it can wait another year

because babie ruth

you’re getting long in the tooth

and now you’re missus belvedere

oh your daddy said trust your instincts

as he’s licking champagne off the floor

when did your grass get so green

your paper won’t guarantee more

in beirut

you got a view from the roof

but you only see the embassy

listen if i were you

i’d quit sniffing the glue

he’s a walking hysterectomy

oh we used to jam for hours in your basement

and now we rent studio time.

oh you’re so high in your tree babe

still you keep on pining for more

i know you would like to go back to school

take it from your lips to the lords ears

but listen babie ruth, you’re getting long in the tooth

and you can’t afford those new veneers

once there was an automatic roof we had a captive audience to lose now that the onus is off us

i sense your lack of urgency to move

and i won’t be taking questions

after the game

ever since the wires got uncrossed

i’ve taken stock of all the sunken costs

i left my floral print bathing suit with you

thinkin it be just a week or two and

now i’m swimming with my eyes clothes

i’m skinny dipping

It was this gray sunday in Detroit

We missed our exit.

But the highway was deserted

So we pulled into reverse,

for about a quarter mile

and went on our merry way

in the bathroom getting stoned, with a doctor of the law

the captain’s ricocheting like a racquetball

it was Tommy Boy at first, equal access to the floor

then turned to dostoyevsky when i pressed record

oh if i can, you can too

i turned a penny to a nickel that i can’t afford to lose

i’ve got an armchair diagnosis about why you’re so desperate to be in charge

braggin bout the values of your baseball cards

your daddy plucks his eyebrows then i watch you do the same

your mother always called you by your brother’s name

oh if you can, i can too

after some time i find, that’s not exactly true

should i be so glad that i’m not you?

without the hammer and the sickle can i safely call you friend?

they say less is more my dear

i don’t know.

it’d be good for your career

to go slow.

but it’s the last time, lazy jane

you said i wouldn’t like the beer in tokyo

but the swill will disappear the more you drink it

oh i loved it when you called me out

at steppenwolf i ran my mouth

about how the actors weren’t convincing

and the plot was too slow

but it’s the last time, lazy jane

we need more time

face to face.

mia doesn’t wanna wait.

see ya Sovereign at 8

well it takes a little planning for the fun

and if it weren’t for me then nothin would get done

we love the smell of gasoline yeah!

click flame, light and walk away

well you make a four leaf clover with your tongue

take the over

save it up for a new years resolution

i’m caught in a wave

butterflying for miles

butterflying for my home oh yeah

i know that i’m preaching to the choir

but sometimes the choir needs reminders

and lord knows that i do.

i know that i do

mia, it’s all about mia

blooming sky

rain like wine

drop a shadow

on a retail morning.

it’s better than nothing

when she goes away

it’s the song of the summer.

who’s getting high?

can we drop by

don’t have cash tho

can someone spot me?

bubbles poppin

when i hear ricky say

it’s the song of the summer

no need to hurry

it’s the song of the summer