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Jay Brannan

Square One

 

Square One

(album: Always, Then, & Now - 2014)


Does anybody here have a soul?
Put the thermostat on overdrive, the air is bitter cold
Everywhere I look is nip and tuck
And every song they play in here is vapid as fuck

Well I don't give a shit about the weekend
I don't wanna hear about your car or what you're drinking
Don't know what to make of all of it
The same people claiming "it gets better" treat everyone like shit, and

Everyone sings about leaving, breaking off
But where the hell do they run?
Here we were receiving, giving, making love
'Til some something came undone
Sticking me back at square one

Pigs & asses used to lived on farms
Friendly skies weren't always overrun by airborne infants in arms
Life's a beach, and should you swim astray
You'll fade to grey some castaway, there's no lifeguard service today

Falling for the foolish can be tough
But everything is possible when you hate yourself enough
Not my proudest moment but the one I've got
It's a little painful being so much less cool than you by a lot

Everyone sings about leaving, breaking off
But where the hell do they run?
Here we were receiving, giving, making love
'Til some something came undone
Sticking me back at square one

I just met you yesterday, and I'm already imagining the break-up
A little lovemaking and a second latte is enough to keep me charging toward the shakeup
You're fucking out of my league, when will I learn it?
Could sell the devil my soul, and he'd return it

Everyone sings about leaving, breaking off
But where the hell do they run?
Here we were receiving, giving, making love
'Til some something came undone
Sticking me back at square one

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