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letra de sad guy - sig figs collective

i live in my girlfriend’s garage
my self-esteem is a mirage
her son let me ride on the back of his bike
but he let me off earlier than i’d have liked
(okay.) and i live in my girlfriend’s garage
with my panini press for when i mange
god, i used to be someone to see
oh, what the h-ll happened to me?

even just weeks ago
i was vice princ-p-l
i was aguefort’s right hand
but he sent me adrift
now i’m here with these kids
getting coffees
cortados???
and losing my sh-t!!!!!!!!!!!

now, i’m rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling down, down, down, down
and i vomit as the wheel’s spinning round and round, (ow,) ow!!!
i can hear them all, they’re laughing- and the van stops now, ow!!!
and i’m rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling down, down, down
down, down, down
down, down, down
down, down
i live in my girlfriend’s garage
i’m a sad little sack of an elf
i wish i could get what i want
or knew what i could do with myself

does it entertain you, how my life fell apart?
does it entertain you when you play with my heart?
can i entertain you, turn my pain into art?
could i even blame you? it was rigged from the start…

ooooooooooooooooooooooooo

[fabian:] “hey- uh- gilear?? you piece of f-cking sh-t- when did you have the time to set up an entire studio in the garage?? don’t you work?? don’t you need to do things for work?? you know, maybe i shouldn’t be so hard on you, you clearly need the practice. the hangman has been complaining about your voice- he says you’re a whiny little b-tch boy. are you a whiny little b-tch boy, gilear? are you? huh?-”

[hallariel:] “fabian?? fabian?? are you in the garage? why are you out in the garage? what are you doing??”

[fabian]: “oh sh-t- uh nothing, mama!!”

[hallariel:] “you had better not be toying with gilear’s trinkets!!”

[fabian:] “of course not, mama!!!! (-incoherent grumbling-)”

and now i’m rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down
and i vomit as the wheel’s spinning round and- woah- woah- woah!! (round and round and round and round)
i can hear them all, they’re laughing and the van stops now…..
and i’m- wooooooooaaaaaahh!!!! (rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling down, down, down, down, down, down, down)
i don’t feel…
i don’t feel good
i don’t feel good
i don’t feel good- oh- ow- oof- ah!!

would you please stop!!! jolting the van like that?? i don’t…. eugh…
(bad kids chatting in the background)
i don’t feel good (x8)
i feel like yogurt

- sig figs collective

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