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letra de presumably dead arm - audiotree live version - sidney gish

[verse 1]
just to start this off, this isn’t the start of anything
just a song that i can sing to you
we’re standing in a graveyard
a presumably dead arm popped through the grass
who doesn’t talk about that?
honey, you are nothing to me
but alcohol and dopamine
i’m dying on the sofa
and i barely know the time
like an old man, say, i reckon
i love you for a millisecond
but i don’t wear a watch or rolex
and my brain’s a toddler rollerskating down a hill
i took a spill and ran into a tree and suffered minor injuries
[refrain]
honey, you are nothing to me
i don’t call people anything thought to be so sweet

[verse 2]
but i’m just being b-tchy
nearly everyone skipped over me
on our twilight hour meet-and-greet
one coffee-table theater scene
one disregard the soaring chick back there in corner 3
i’d rather let the poor kid sleep
but he’s tripping b-lls, he’s tripping testes
lsd, post-wisdom t–th
he got lost in the shower and he barely knows the hour
i wanna know your passwords
without changing them in preferences
and all the childhood streets
and deceased pets that they’re referencing
and in the box, i’ll type
i’ll know all the numbers to try
i wanna know the lyrics that you think of when you’re high
i’m in love with strangers who i’ve never even seen
in love with weird-cut bangs and sweaters swaying kind of awkwardly
and i’m in love with fresh-air friends from overheated houses
’til i uber up a giant park and dump my body in my apartment
[refrain]
honey, you are nothing to me
i don’t call people anything thought to be so sweet
the speech is coming back with a vengeance, it seems

[verse 3]
all these pretend spouses are a happy storybook
that i’ll turn to stark nonfiction in the time it took
for me to notice that i’m old, which means i’ll be 30 and happy
likely married to personified business-casual khakis
and i’ll forget about it when i wake up late and stupid
i tried to tell the uber driver ’til he tried to hit it
i tried to tell myself because i’ve come this far along
carrying my zombie arm to 17th-grade prom

[refrain]
honey, you are nothing to me
i don’t call people anything thought to be so sweet
the speech is coming back with a vengeance, it seems
the speech is coming back with a vengeance, it seems
ooh, ooh, ooh

- sidney gish

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