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Sidney Gish – Presumably Dead Arm lyrics
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,
And who doesn’t talk about that
Honey, you are nothing to me
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
Honey, you are nothing to me,
I don’t call people anything that’s thought to be so sweet
But i’m just being bitchy,
Cause every stupid boy skipped over me
On our twilight hour meet and greet,
A coffee table theater scene,
Disregard the soaring chick back there in corner three, i’d rather let the poor kid sleep
But he’s tripping balls, he’s tripping testes,
LSD, post- wisdom teeth,
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
Cause i’m in love with strangers who I’ve never even seen
And weird cut bangs and sweaters swaying kind of awkwardly
I’m in love with fresh air friends from overheated houses
Till I uber up a giant park and dump my body in my dorm bed
Honey you are nothing to me i don’t call people anything that’s thought to be so sweet
The speech is coming back with a vengeance it seems.
And all these pretend spouses are a happy storybook,
That’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 till he tried to hit it
I tried to tell myself because i’ve come this far along
Carrying my zombie arm to the 14th grade prom
Honey you are nothing to me i don’t call people anything thats 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
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,
And who doesn’t talk about that
Honey, you are nothing to me
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
Honey, you are nothing to me,
I don’t call people anything that’s thought to be so sweet
But i’m just being bitchy,
Cause every stupid boy skipped over me
On our twilight hour meet and greet,
A coffee table theater scene,
Disregard the soaring chick back there in corner three, i’d rather let the poor kid sleep
But he’s tripping balls, he’s tripping testes,
LSD, post- wisdom teeth,
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
Cause i’m in love with strangers who I’ve never even seen
And weird cut bangs and sweaters swaying kind of awkwardly
I’m in love with fresh air friends from overheated houses
Till I uber up a giant park and dump my body in my dorm bed
Honey you are nothing to me i don’t call people anything that’s thought to be so sweet
The speech is coming back with a vengeance it seems.
And all these pretend spouses are a happy storybook,
That’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 till he tried to hit it
I tried to tell myself because i’ve come this far along
Carrying my zombie arm to the 14th grade prom
Honey you are nothing to me i don’t call people anything thats 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
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