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On the floor in the bathroom stall crying my eyes out
I don't even really know what I'm crying about
The best I can say is anxiety's gotten the best of me
Stealing the bottom from my stomach and
the bones from my limbs and my breath from me
Wash my face like a normal person
Take a drink of water like a normal person
Make it through the day like a normal person, yeah
Get on the bus and take it to the supermarket
Talk to a stranger and then stop dwelling on it
Cook my dinner, read a book, and go to bed
Or should I lie awake instead?
Striding down La Cienega like I rule this city
Where the grass ain't green and the air ain't clean but at least the girls are pretty
Haven't thought about any dumb things I said a decade ago
For at least four hours now, or maybe even more
Get dressed in the morning like a normal person
I'm more of a mess than a normal person
but I'm still passing as a normal person, yeah
Get on the bus and take it to the supermarket
Talk to a stranger and then stop dwelling on it
Cook my dinner, read a book, and go to bed
Or should I lie awake instead?
They all think that you're crazy
(YOU'RE FUCKING CRAZY)
They all think that you're weird
They all think that you're stupid
You should just disappear…
(SHANANANANA KNEES KNEES)
Held it together though I'm held together with packing tape
Checked off the box that says "hold it together for just one more day"
Smiled at myself in the mirror cause I should be good to myself
For picking up, and looking at, and putting down all the fear that I felt
I paid all my bills like a normal person
Took all my pills like a normal person
Underneath, I'm probably still a normal person, yeah
Get on the bus and take it to the supermarket
Talk to a stranger and then stop dwelling on it
Cook my dinner, read a book, and go to bed
I mistook myself for a normal person
Acting and looking like a normal person
Was that all it took to be a normal person, then?
Get on the bus and take it to the supermarket
(TAKE ME DOWN TO THE PARADISE CITY)
Talk to a stranger and then stop dwelling on it
(WHERE THE GRASS IS GREEN AND THE GIRLS ARE PRETTY! OH WON'T YOU PLEASE...)
Cook my dinner, read a book, and go to bed (SHANANANA+ KNEES, KNEES)
Or should I lie awake instead?
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FAWM 2017,
released March 6, 2017
John Cooperider: ukulele, bass guitar, glockenspiel, bongos, mixing, mastering
Huan-Hua Chye: lyrics, vocals, synth, melodica (Wisconsin)
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