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dinner for schmucks - killvongard lyrics

wow
you really like me
you really like me
wow
you really like me
it’s like i’m not an addict today
anymore
you really like me?
you put a smile on my face
likes
to matter in a world barreling towards nihilism is…
nice
i forgot about my imbalances and behaved like an upstanding american housewife with the light of my life
this is me now
a gift for taking a quarter century beat down
from a damp, limp, sad, lipped, bad, fat, kid
mt. olympus is fantastic
what a relief my coming out party wasn’t fan4stic
and they’re proud of me
and i’m not losing touch with
reality
people i’ve never met told me good job
but not who i really needed to hear it from

good job
dork
i don’t got time for life’s torment
i was at the edge of forfeit
now i’m at home toursick
i just googled boorish cause i thought you would say that
they was barkin orders i was tapping for tree sap
now my life is my life & i ain’t trying to recap rehash i remember where you told me i would be at
not in so many words but that’s the magic of over *n*lytical hyper possibly narcissistic awareness of tones and context clues
that’s what i said in my head in the shower before i came here
ummmmm.. nice suit!
anyway how are you?
i couldn’t imagine things being any better it’s funny i happened to run into you
i been busy too
you know: important, important, groundbreaking stuff
between
changing the landscape of music and keeping up with the times i’ve just been
absolutely p**ped
oh
did you?
yeah
that was uh
that was just a heightened dramatic piece to convey one’s internal conflict with art and life
you know
expectations and stuff i didn’t realize you and i ever
[fades to room noise]
it’s never what you think
the score that’s in my head right now is
uncharacteristically bleak
the way we see our tragedies & triumphs never sweep to swells
we piece our tales from low & high
the in*between most meaningful
a montage over best around
resentment like sleeper cells
since misinterpreting nietzsche
failed again
but kept the hopes despite
your knee*jerk need to reinvent
realistic
via beatin
dead writers
proof of concept
me and orson welles eat
who knows what your summer context
is
don’t know what i was expecting
at this dinner for schmucks
like both of us are mad pathetic
but
i propose a toast to what we thought that life would eventually get to
because whoever the h*ll’s up there knows it’ll never be that but we’re free to pretend to
act as if it’s gonna happen
or if it already has
ignorant as amateurs
half measures
half empty glass
speaking of which garçon*
no o’doul’s
diet whatever then
it’s how you went from “o’doyle rules” to here’s a helping hand
but
yeah i know fake stuff is possibly worse than real sugar
but
there’s a caveat whose explanation i don’t have the energy to get to
and yes i know i’m thin
but that’s another day
maybe on an album that i know you’ll never play
but
even if you did
close friends could only read a novel as a biopic
the same way an artist’s only successful post
biotin & lipo &
filing down what makes them them & ironing out narratives with their agent & lost irony
so
how’s things without talkin about work?
i don’t know
how’s things without talkin about art?
i don’t know
how’s thing without toxins à la carte?
or really how’s life?
i’m not really sure!
i got a
“f*ck you, i made it” complex
my ego made this complex
a blank white painting contest
1st place in feigning complex
what else is goin on?
so and so’s gone
and maybe i’m next
if we didn’t stop calling
maybe this wouldn’t be a staring contest
with strangers
but that’s not true either
i’m staring at cutlery
staring at a bad painting
in unbearable sp*ce stuck between
sentences
to think we used to finish each other’s
and take on mannerisms like they could really be brothers
10,000 hours in a room of vibrations
80,000 dollars just to pay for time wasted
in 10,000 hours you grew and i replaced
a shameful whole it made for gold
became recluse
then i erased you
i love to make assumptions
and hold over heads sh*t i never brought up
the credits too long to try to fit at the front
i got a funny feeling top billing really goes to no one
and we won’t fight over the tab

- killvongard lyrics

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