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Everything is a Lot
04:03
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It's been a real bad weekend / I'm in a bar without a name / and it's got nine levels, a roof, and a basement / and every level looks the same / so I try to find the exit / but I think the acid's kicking in / so I'm trying to get up to the roof so I can call and leave a message again
and I ask where you are / did you leave your phone in the car? / I might be calling the driver, maybe he'll help me find ya
before we go home, I thought you should know / that if it wasn't for you, I'd sink like a stone / I'd be stuck in this bar till the end of my days / like a whiskey-drunk rat / in an artisan cage / and the jukebox plays, "hey, hey, hey" / rock 'n' roll is here to stay / the white dads dance, talking glory days / but I don't want to burn out, I want to fade away / with you
there's a bar band below me / but their tempo always drags / playing "Hotel California" while the DJ on the roof is playing euro house and trap / there's a dog by the entrance / and his name was something Greek / but now I'm kinda seeing triple so I pet his middle head and call again to hear you speak
I hope you pick up this time / there's no one there on the line / did you leave with our friends or is your battery just dead?
before we go home, I thought you should know / that if it wasn't for you, I'd sink like a stone / I'd be stuck in this bar till the end of my days / like a cross-faded rat / in a gentrified cage / and the bar band sings, "champagne on ice" / "we're prisoners here of our own device" / I've been sick of this scene since last New Year's Eve / I've been checked out for a while, I think I'm ready to leave with you
drinking tropical drinks, singing tropical songs / I don't know how I got here, but now I've been here too long / I'm searching for my lost pillar of salt / don't look back baby, everything is a lot
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25-29
04:10
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Happy birthday, my old friend / it's good to talk with you again / but lately milestones are few and far between / you get your first drink at a bar / then Taylor Swift plays all year long / then no one likes you / then you're out of songs to sing
'Cause there's no romance to being my age / unless you plan on dying / but buddy, we're not gonna burn out on my watch / so if we need a better anthem / for watching our youth held for ransom / by the grocery bills and punch cards that keep on speeding up the clock, I'll write a new one / for us to sing
I don't know about you / I'm feeling 25 through 29 / fueled by rage and living out of spite / I don't know about you / I'm just so tired and angry all the time / it takes 40 hours to fund a Friday night / just to feel good for a moment
And from one year to the next, you watch the dwindling birthday texts / it's not personal, we got so much to do / and the signs of aging hit / like an edible you say ain't shit / and then you're couch-bound / and too afraid to move
Time weighs heavy on my brain but folks like Winehouse and Cobain / are cautionary tales, not how-to guides / me and all my friends have danced with ending up like them / but you won't catch me singing songs that make it sound pretty to die / we'll start a new club / for getting old /
we'll start a new club / and then we'll get old
I don't know about you / I'm feeling 25 or 49 / fueled by rage and living out of spite / I don't know about you / but if this PTO request goes through, we'll feel something like normal for a night
and I don't know about you / I hope we do this when we're older / we'll see Star Wars Land in Florida before it falls into the water / I don't know about you / I hope this world lets us retire / turn into old men 'round the fire / telling stories that our wives heard a hundred times
I hope we do this when we're older / we're gonna do this older
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Another day, another dime / another girl I meet online / with an uncomfortable resemblance to the one I left behind / I'm the portrait, she's Dorian Gray / as I grow old, she stays unchanged, I'll do a hundred takes of the first date with you / frozen in time
trapped in Elsinore, repeating my lines / there's gotta be a loop where I get this right / I make things right
so I'll wake up / comb the streets to find you / get it wrong, I'll swim with toasters, dance in traffic / jump the train tracks and let it happen / wake up, do the whole thing over / there's a thread where you and me grow old in khakis / doing laundry, doing taxes
hand in hand / arm in arm / hand in hand
another day, I punch the clock / avoid my landlord on my block / I know exactly where he'll flag me down if I leave my place too slow / I got a day named after me / the second one in February / I'll do it over till I have a house, a horse, a bag of gold
and someone to make it all worth the while / watch our shadows dance around the sundial / for a little while
so I'll wake up / comb the streets to find you / get it wrong, I'll swim with toasters, dance in traffic / jump the train tracks and let it happen / wake up, do the whole thing over / there's a thread where you and me grow old in khakis / doing laundry, doing taxes
hand in hand / arm in arm / hand in hand / arm in arm
so I take you to the movies / every poster looks the same / six films about the multiverse, unfettered by complaints / all the timelines keep diverging / with every anxious step we take / we're alone now / we're alone now
it's just you, me, and the butterflies / in our stomachs and the skies outside / they flap their wings and hundreds die, it ripples into other lives / and in half of those, we're still alive / and in less of those, we talk a while / and in a dozen, maybe two / we decide to see it through
and in six or seven, maybe eight / through the window first light breaks / and I awake to you all groggy / the way you get before your coffee / and is there one of me, some lucky version, that gets to do that every morning? / snooze the first alarm and savor every minute / sleeping arm in arm
hand in hand / arm in arm / hand in hand / arm in arm
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New Money
03:59
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Goddamn, I can't believe I made it / I got a room that's not somebody's basement / I'm an uptown boy / with my high-class toys / making 45k pre-tax
I soft-shoe over the poverty line / granted the privilege to have teeth and eyes / I'm a socialite / drinking Miller Lite / 'cause it's only 4 bucks all night
don't you worry about the bar tab, honey, 'cause I'm / new money, baby / I'm new money till there's nothing left / I'm new money till I pay the rent / I'm new money till it's gone
I've been at home so I have quite a nest egg / I'm window-shopping for rentals in west egg / man, my budget's up / to 900 a month, but I'd prefer to stick to 850 / my new digs will rival Olympus / a shared two bedroom that's got no asbestos / I'm Trimalchio / in the barrio / with debt piling up to my eyes, yeah
don't you worry about the bar tab, honey, 'cause I'm / new money, baby / I'm new money till there's nothing left / I'm new money till I pay the rent / I'm new money till it's
one, two, three, got the world on its knees / so come on and take a ride in my passenger seat / well it's seven, eight, nine, yeah, the view's mighty fine / from my four-door sedan from 2005
well it's one, two, three, got the world on its knees / come on and take a ride in my passenger seat / well it's seven, eight, nine, if you're feeling all right / we'll cuddle up in the glow of the check engine light
don't you worry about the bar tab, honey, 'cause I'm / new money, baby / I'm new money till there's nothing left / I'm new money till I pay the rent / I'm new money till it's gone, gone, gone / I'm new money till it's gone
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Local Honeymoon Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
drinking tropical drinks // singing tropical songs
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