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Jeff Rosenstock

***SKA

 

***SKA

(álbum: SKA DREAM - 2021)


Damn, your mom has secretly been renting out your home
I used the shower sponge when you went to Spain alone
She told us it's been rough and you deserved a break
And marrying that guy, obviously was a mistake
You had a couple kids but now he's always gone
And you're stuck sweeping hair at your mommy's hair salon
The flat you have upstairs, tucked in the suburbs safe
Is running low on bread and other amenities
'Cause your mom's secretly renting your place

Damn, your elevator looked in hella disrepair
But I'm not fucking with a dozen flights of stairs
I tenderized my legs somewhere in Germany
Trying to convince the bored to pay attention to me
The absinthe that we drank? I'm not sure it was real
Massage place in the building? We know what's the fucking deal
'Cause fratboys wait outside, pretending they're not there
Avert their glassy eyes, but I don't really care

I don't wanna lay in bed and stare at the ceiling
While chasing the fleeting
There's too much in my head to sleep
And I did the thing that movie said
"Foot on the floor beside the bed"
Still too much in my head to sleep
Too much in my head to sleep
Too much in my head to sleep tonight

Get fucked up, bruise your stupid bones again
Get, get fucked up, lose your telephone again
Get, get fucked up, bother all your friends again
Get, get fucked up, shame your broken heart again

I really gotta leave, but I just wanna stay
I'm only a real person for a quarter-dozen days
Until I gotta scram, until I go away
And turn into a person that I wouldn't wanna meet
Cultivating mold on my laundry
And becoming so afraid I'm honestly
Placing bets on a chemical crapshoot with my brain
Cleaning for the dealer so I'll black out on the plane
Stumbling in the dark and living vicariously
Through a photo album in a stranger's BNB

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