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A little ditty about the world's cold indifference to you, me, and everyone! And about how if you think hard enough about it that can either deeply upset you OR bliss you out! Ya know?
lyrics
LYRICS:
Glad to tell you that your mission statement put a high price on your head. I gotta tell you when you pitched the pitch, it made me glad that I wasn’t dead.
So, guns-a-blazing, inching quickly forward to a place that I haven’t been. I knee a dent into the washing machine and put my broken AirPods in.
When the only way to go is the one that you don’t know,
it puts the automatic earth into the foreground.
Half a year to try a service that lets me cut right to the front of the line.
And they get long ‘cause of the government workers guarding all of the nice citizen’s lives. I watched a film where it was no big deal from around 1965. There were no seatbelts, you could smoke on board, and the crew was all drunk by the peak of the climb.
Outer space still up above, all the ants straight down below, and still the automatic earth is in the foreground.
I can’t help but slip into the background now.
I never thought that it would be like this,
I never thought that it would bend, I swear I didn’t, but it did.
I never thought that it would end like this.
I never thought that it would end.
I swear I didn’t, but it did, but it did, but it did, but it did.
Now I’m picking out the pieces of my life I swear got harder and I’m swearing by the book in early March I’d gone self-starter.
We’re afraid the breaks are these: Mistook the forest for the trees. You built no gutter on your eaves and now the mold has grown appendages and just asked if it can leave. So...
No regrets. It’s all too perfect.
No regrets. We’re only perfect.
No regrets. You’re doing perfect.
No regrets.
And the seasons linger longer as the year goes marching on,
and still the automatic earth is in the foreground.
