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letra de family dinner - ben visini

{lyrics stolen from ben visini’s bandcamp

obligation no negotiating
tradition of the obtuse and grating
conversational olympics we endure
carbs, meat, and booze are the cure
knock on the door, have i met you before?
apparently i should know you from back when i was four
from a time i’d be satisfied with attention and games
now i pray for the day n0body mentions my name

sit through the family dinner together
it could get worse but it’s not getting better
awkward questions from so called relatives
yelling from adults, screeching from the kids
this night and life are pointless, don’t care why or how
never had my emo phase so i’m doing it now
we’re falling apart, yeah we’re falling apart
we’ve been falling apart, and i just want out

crowded living room, crowded kitchen, empty head
wish i was a jacket that we tossed onto the bed
this has gotta be an act everyone’s in on but me
where we pretend to like each other cause it’s christmas eve
decorations are tacky, and come on let’s face it
indisputable fact that everyone wants to get wasted
but they gotta drive home so they cap it at five
glasses of red wine and eggnog, and still they somehow come out alive
i got f-cked up at the family dinner again
cheeks flushed red, but i’ve made really good friends
with the dog locked outside so he doesn’t p-ss
in the house, which would at least improve an evening like this
strangers playing the role of a family
when the camera’s off, go home and forget me
we’re falling apart, yeah we’re falling apart
we’ve been falling apart, and i just want out

holidays
always seem to go the same way
hours of nothing to say
i didn’t drive so i have to stay
having the same back and forth we had last year
we both forgot each other’s stories
i’d much prefer if you’d ignore me
and focus on your beer

big family dinner with these deafening sn0bs
now they’re asking me to “get a real job”
yeah the music’s cute, but how long will it last?
gave it a shot themselves, but gave up so fast
i’m putting new stuff out now, but i know you won’t buy it
the conversation turns to asking me why i’m quiet
i could tell you that it’s you but i know you’d probably deny it
not so subtly suggesting that i should go on a diet
yeah you’ve put on some weight, got some meat on your bones
and when the h-ll is your punk ass gonna bring a girl home
god forbid that i’m single, god forbid that i cry
i could be f-cked up like them and just keep it inside
’til i blow up in my 50’s and call my nephew fat
drunkenly from across the table, only proving that
we’re falling apart, yeah we’re falling apart
we’ve been falling apart, and i just want out

- ben visini

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