Presumably Dead Arm (617 Sessions)

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

But alcohol and dopamine

I'm dying on the sofa and I barely know the time

But 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 thought to be so sweet

But I'm just being bitchy

'Cause nearly everyone skipped over me

On our Twilight hour meet and greet

One coffee table theater scene

One 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

I'm in love with strangers who I've never even seen

In love with weird cut bangs and sweaters swaying kind of awkwardly

And I'm in love with fresh air friends from overheated houses

'Til 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 thought to be so sweet

But the speech is coming back

With a vengeance it seems

And all these pretend spouses

Are a happy storybook

That will turn to stark non-fiction

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 'til he tried to hit it

I tried to tell myself because I've come this far along

Carrying my zombie arm to the 15th grade prom

Honey, you are nothing to me

I don't call people anything 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