[Verse 1: Yoni Wolf]
I did okay, but they never sent the limo
A flyer, my own birth announcement in limbo
Sun bleached fading in the library window
In the middle of the neighbourhood where I was a kiddo
Brittle like papyrus still up as far as I know (If I could just)
Conceive not of self as weak but unmastered
The leaks on beat don't concede the disaster
Beltless, not hog tied, unhampered
Yes, but helpless on the line to Care Source
No answers, only halfway pampered (If I could just)
Low-key Lawless haggle at the post office
Sob story met with discounts at the vet
Retire for the evening with pet in style
Wake up with wet sweaters and a petless pile
Man, it's wrecked with some feckless and adult child (If I could just)
If in Spain I'd be happy is exactly how I shouldn't think
Still I brush up my Castilian on my second Mulligan
Take a tour like Gilligan to nowhere posh
Then settle in the middle, not dwindle like Denver in a chamber of oxygen (If I could just)
Failures of fishtail with trailer in tow
Bale and stale goals cut the young gun young
Catch air with my hand out the car window
No snare, no fail, just a [dogged blow?], it's a soft vast open floor

[Verse 2: Quelle Chris]
Watch rinse repeat
All the time, oh my God, all my life we've been here
Before highlights here, come and see it, go see it, come again
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