When they die they’re dying to be rebuilt Just need to sign and I’ll stuff you well You could die and come back as someone else Bring it back to the fun part and we’ll just call it a day I’m fading away from the few who have kept meĭirector: CUT! Uh… alright, that was lovely… very tenderĭirector: Let’s make–– ahh…. Ratings are great, but the studio’s empty So I juggled my feet across town decked in motleyīut at least you’ll catch that I matched my shirt and my socks whenĮverything’s huge, everything’s huge but my–– car!Ĭonsumed by the movements of grooming my plumageĪ whole pack of lions outweighing my seesaw I snuck a peak and found no one that’s not me ‘Cause growing up is growing down when loss is all you seeīut some you wish you never loaded up to take a peekī: I know, I’m getting your drink that you asked for!Ī: What do you mean, could I? Of course I could–– So I keep coming back here where we still make time to talk Late nights on Jordan, the horror and the brawl Over and over, trying to top my old high scores I use old controllers, but get wrapped up in the cords The past is perfect and I live it through these screensīut grandmas move and doggies die, the gods all change their mindsĪ quarter to restore the view you forfeited to timeīut when the house lights fade, You have to end the memory games I ran with Courage and ate Ritz with Aqua Teens There’s one couch in heaven, a keyboard on the wall, andĪ freshly broken treadmill, a TV– that’s all
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