You know this is one of the 'good ones' because I made an animated gif album cover for it. Also because it contains close to two hours of bangers but who's coutning? *Actually 69 songs (nice) as well. (Bonus prize to anyone who can determine the source material of said animated gif above...)
♫ TRACKLIST – 66 TRACKS (1:49:31)
1. R*ped by a G*lfer at the Archaeological Dig 02:10
2. Willie Elson 02:01
3. Farther Away from Now 01:48
4. Jazz Poets 03:25
5. A Habanero Sparrow for Eric 03:05
6. The Spittle of an Iconoclast 01:39
7. Human Meltville 01:27
8. Cactus Spiders 02:30
9. Giving Shoes to the Eggless Man 01:29
10. Fifteen Miles to the Moon 00:48
11. Rage Ages Us All 02:01
12. Generic & Scarce 01:21
13. Hacked Baby Doll, Beeping 01:39
14. Money, Women & Miracles 01:17
15. Linguini Feed Bag 01:18
16. DNA Mixtape 00:40
17. Bye Bye Bleak Skies 01:27
18. Wet Letters to the Sorry Ideas Man 01:20
19. A Stockpile of Sisters 01:06
20. Underwear Warfare 01:24
21. Kissy Kissy (With the Nouveau Avant-Garde) 00:51
22. Neuroscurvy 02:53
23. Sea Urchin Shark Torture 01:14
24. Nokia Jokes for the Oily Baboon 01:42
25. How Come We Can't Ride Moose Like Horses? 01:48
26. Hot Wasabi Fatwa 02:44
27. Retrograde Regret 02:23
28. Kissing Cowards 01:57
29. Mondo Nerds 01:39
30. The Respectful Poetics of a Poultry Inspector 01:40
31. Self-Imposed Slog 01:21
32. The Subliminal Timpani 02:01
33. Gassing a Casanova with the Geese 00:50
34. What Does it Mean for a Monk to Casually Kill a Fly? 01:11
35. Slim Pickens is a Werewolf Too 01:02
36. The Next Tom Cruise 01:05
37. Relitigating Whisper Ships 01:05
38. Rhonda's Somalian Dog (On a Cellular Level) 02:00
39. Tribe of Fishes 02:28
40. To Bequeath a Solemn Sequence of (Fictional) Events 01:40
41. Drinking in My Dreams 01:02
42. Bento Box Deception Unit (Buff Boys in Antarctica) 02:10
43. The Exploited Workers' Jubilee 00:40
44. I Just Gave Birth to the Largest Baby in Town 01:03
45. Noonday Ricin Kitties 01:38
46. Wax Paper President (Embarrassed for America) 01:05
47. Return of Skullcrusher 01:18
48. Cujo's Song 01:52
49. Mx. Piggy (Ode to Emily Oldenburg) 01:29
50. End My Hen's Life 01:30
51. Apes in the Air (Alien Laughter) 02:00
52. Beach a Whale 02:00
53. Esophagoo-Goo (Ode to a Future Meat) 00:38
54. Petri Dream 00:35
55. The Football Player Who Only Ate Swan Meat 01:04
56. God Knows Only 01:20
57. Biblio Oxen 01:36
58. Michael Jargon 01:48
59. The Linguistic Goon 01:39
60. DJ Pangolin (Anthem For) 01:06
61. Lo! (Exclamation, Archaic) 01:00
62. Gobsmacked, Giggling & Underprepared 01:06
63. Colorado Dentist Poisons Wife's Protein Shake 01:43
64. Finlayson Spelling (Long-Johns at the Seashore) 01:32
65. Paradice Death 00:54
66. The Head Coach Will Kill You / I Will Make You Love Me / I See You Seeing Me Too 07:18
THE LYRICS to '66 Songs'
Actually 69
-1 R*ped by a G*lfer at the Archaeological Dig
The Harvard barf bags
Versus the lemon men from good ole Pennsylvania
Sing songs like they're dying
It doesn't matter what for chinchilla jackets, Nancy
My phone, my phone
My photograph
My time is up
No going back
Raped by a golfer
at the archaeological dig, it was a Wednesday
They skin little mammals
To hear their screams in a social media video
-2 Willie Elson
You speak in sweet Swahili
You saw the seven words I know
Blog rock blows
Blog rock, buddy it blows
Willie Elson, fail son, formica
Some words are just nicer
Listen to the birds not the ocean
Separate the squawks from the waves
Willie Elson in a '67 Mazda
Cosmo combo slowly fades
I'm alone in an elevator
Just as it was meant to be
-3 Farther Away from Now
Dragons, drag on
Get the grift going
For somewhere beyond
Farther away from now
Someone absconds
Warm forager
You gotta believe him
One hundred and eleven is a Godly sum
I used to trust in the process
Of thirsty Thursday, my son
Yeah I'll call you a dragon bitch
Lord of formica, get a grip
-4 Jazz Poets
We’re always at the vengeful hand
Of the lantern fly
And to touch the tiny levers
Make those Jazz Poets, cry
So loosey-goosey
This is a rouse, you see
Let's transform the phantom fog
So it fits you and me
Paddle "Paddy" Sheepsoft
Phalan Babalooney
Dade Foar, Fizbo Coult
And Shep Peppington
My Jazz Poet friends
Oh, my Jazz Poet friends
(For the win, again)
-5 A Habanero Sparrow for Eric
The Japanese were right
To blur every dick and pussy in their pornos
A habanero sparrow for Eric
Much better than pizza, Digiorno
The bald man needs a haircut
So he walks into a store
Asks for a plate of cyanide
Cut up with some wild boar
-6 The Spittle of an Iconoclast
I drank the spittle of an iconoclast
On an expired work visa
Sang of our/us p-nouns
And gave our vanity pets amnesia
The weathervane was a sculpture
How’d it almost look like clay?
You put human lips on the mouth of a hawk
You kinda negate your say
-7 Human Meltville
The dubious distinction
Of being last in line
Versus the parallel extinction
Of placebos in the double blind
Making waves and making babies
Baby waves in the river takes me
Big boys swimming in the bubbles
Bumping uglies in Cleveland
-8 Cactus Spiders
Like an albino wombat breaking wind
I've never seen such delicate skin
Like cactus spiders on the edge of the moon
Suspiciously grifting everything soon
We come back to earth
We come back down
We get up and go
Yeah we get around
We open dissections
On a frogless afternoon
Little combat coyotes
Carving up the womb
-9 Giving Shoes to the Eggless Man
I just want prosthetic fins for every injured fish in the sea
And I say, “beer me, Jesus,” for I can't take back what's been given to me
There was a lobster in Poughkeepsie, fifteen cents to its name
Giving shoes to the eggless man will make the hardest shellfish bleed out perfectly
I was so close to the finish line
When the comet killed my vibe
But I can’t help crushing the metaphorical
Egg combos of the mind
-10 Fifteen Miles to the Moon
The first they/them football star
Unceremoniously named Reggie
But what’s in a name, you say, what’s in a name
Well, how about everything
We were fifteen miles to the moon last night
When your third eye finally emerged
Everyone was focused on your fucking forehead
But the peeper emerged from a turd
-11 Rage Ages Us All
Fume events are rare
But not as rare as fondue
When you’re living like a freegan
In the Wagasi Province of Parakou
I’ve finally reached my final form
I’m finally the final girl
But don’t check my genitalia
There’s no room for space left in this world
What is it you said
About how rage ages us all
You were fuming like a jackal
I couldn’t hear past your drawl
-12 Generic & Scarce
A party for the Pope
But not the Catholic kind
The sack that smiles back
Is always on the mind
The party people come in waves
Faintly, graceful, generic and scarce
I saw a whisper mounted on the mouth
Of the fish hung on the wall
Someone did a prayer and I was scared
I blinked twice without an eye
The sword stabbed a fumble lost
There was nowhere left to hide
The football player he became the Pope
And proudly put on full display
An orb impaled surrendering
And then he said, "Desire wins the day!"
-13 Hacked Baby Doll, Beeping
Inexplicably connected to the ocean
A man called Mesmer dies
You find a hacked baby doll, beeping
Laying still by his side
Every house is a mansion of the mind
Every house is a mansion of the mind
You poke the doll, the beeping ceases
The waves grind to a halt
Now the ocean's just another pond
Don't see what you shouldn't saw
-14 Money, Women & Miracles
Another skittish widow reverie
For the jumbled up machines
I would say that you are beautiful
But you don't know what I mean
Money, women and miracles
On such a tranquil afternoon
They really give my heart a flutter
Yeah they tend to make me swoon
-15 Linguini Feed Bag
The polyamorous circuit judge
Had a modicum of raviole
But the deranged Sheriff of Madison’s
Linguini feed bag stole the show
They said his name was Mesmer
A misogynist taboot
But everybody loved his pasta
All the ladies think its cute
-16 DNA Mixtape
Savannah Banana baseball sweeps the USA
Charlie Kirk is murdered, long live Israel, hooray!
NATO ramps air defense, sports gambling on the rise
The weather's never been nicer, but we better stay inside
Watch the TV, watch it bleed
Pixels on the seven screens like CCTV seeds
The assassin's due in court today to persecute Gen-Z
They play it loud, I am so proud: DNA mixtape on repeat
-17 Bye Bye Bleak Skies
Mount Mihara erupts
Did local woman predict it?
We all sing, bye bye bleak skies
As Ogasawara reads Ibsen
They suck in the ash, it rains
There's so much light in the gray
This zone's atonal, it's full of life
The Bonin babies are amazed
Mesmer cries, bye bye bleak skies
I do not want to die
-18 Wet Letters to the Sorry Ideas Man
Everyone was shouting “oh no, Joe's toe!”
At the local wellness clinic
In between bouts of depression
And wet letters to the Sorry Ideas Man
DJ Baby Stork read the letters on the air
It made everybody cry
It had the reverse effect, you know?
Was it the foot or was it the toe?
When you're an everyman
Your name is Joe
There's just no getting around it
So strap in, Jack, it's a wild ride
The moon is low and the tide is high
The feeling's right, the feeling's fine
-19 A Stockpile of Sisters
Haunted by a pregnant ghost
The man is a lamb and the woman is a wolf
A stockpile of sisters fight for a slice
Girls equal scissors and boys equal knife
A stockpile of sisters has attracted flies
Ever since pizza river ran dry
They detach the screws, wait patiently and pray
Finally, forever, together: a real live blade
-20 Underwear Warfare
I'm rocking and rolling
I'm reeling from what you told me
I'm killing it with the poultry parfait
Underwear warfare
War zone airhorns and Fargodome drone shows
Everything is connected to the blade
I could go on and on right now
But I’ll leave you with a thought
What is the promise of the butthole eyeball
That every ancestor has sought
-21 Kissy Kissy (With the Nouveau Avant-Garde)
Arrested for filicide
For asking who forgives God
Ride on desert night, ride on
It's asking a whole hell of a lot
You get so kissy kissy
With the nouveau avant-garde
You go hard in the paint, you go hard
You're flat broke but living large
-22 Neuroscurvy
Backpack, first name stitched on it
A green sludge shining in the mist
What is your relationship
With eggs? I've nothing left to give
Red bag on the roof
Promises were made
I contracted neuroscurvy
On the day that your were named
-23 Sea Urchin Shark Torture
Gintoki of the grove
Maybe something like that
I don't know
Sea urchin shark torture
If you could only get 'em to stay still
Long enough
-24 Nokia Jokes for the Oily Baboon
I thought about a future that I'm not in
Totally secluded from every binge
Quarantined my family in a pot of stew
But the only thing i'm cooking is the thought of you
I'll be your slave, art for the blind
She falls for him then falls behind
Nokia jokes for the oily baboon
I can never wait to say that something too soon
-25 How Come We Can't Ride Moose Like Horses?
(Check this out
Everybody in the club
You better get loud
Cuz shit's blowing up)
Home come we
Can't ride moose
Like horses
-26 Hot Wasabi Fatwa
Both the men and the mutts were muzzled
When lady luncheon grew a mouth
She spit hot wasabi fatwa about the growing youth
And killed herself on a futon couch
Before she grew apathetic and mean
She telepathically sent messages
Through the sound of the owls hooting near the homestead
And waited till morning on the footbridge
-27 Retrograde Regret
Ero guro, curs•ed genre
Decapitated head shed, smelly embalmment
What of this, retrograde regret
And a million fathered children that the father hasn’t met
Death by copyright strike and famine
Getting majorly embarrassed by Atticus Sappington
What of this, pebble money for sand
What of this, living large on sacred stolen lands
-28 Kissing Cowards
Wild white men in the energy den
Fast forward thru the pain they had felt back when
Rhonda’s fondue was an oily goo
Them be fighting words, friend, fighting words, friend
No, no, no more eskimo jokes, Noah
Kissing cowards is reserved for fools
-29 Mondo Nerds
To Dreamers dead
And dreamers dying
Mondo nerds
And Dutchmen flying
Mondo nerds regale
When your son's
So young
That he still believes
You can beat up Saquon
Bark LEE
-30 The Respectful Poetics of a Poultry Inspector
Seventeen dead in Baltimore
Apartment fire, bodies burning on the floor
Wet footsteps, no regrets
Ya wanna take a picture but the ocean wouldn't let (you)
The chicken moos, the cow goes cluck
Upside down, don’t give a fuck
The respectful poetics of a poultry inspector
Is the only thing that we’ve got left
-31 Self-Imposed Slog
I'm gonna take what I want
Out of this life
Give me your worms
Give me your wife
Can't get out of this good gosh darn
Self-imposed slog
Out and out, upward and onward
Gravity is a bog
Capital crimes, murder in the first
Tear ducts and oceans burst
Water in fast, water out slow, Lord
Ignore the truth from birth
-32 The Subliminal Timpani
I remember a plastic panda cup
I served snacks in for my daughter
It was cheap toxic trash
I don't recall where we bought it
It’s not the life
I’m living for me
Single use plastic
The puppies are free
Unconscious words
Suboptimal beat
Can’t free my face from
The subliminal timpani
-33 Gassing a Casanova with the Geese
I'm warning you
With peace and love
Do not ape The Monkees
Do not spoof the best bands of today
I was born a behemoth
And I died but a mayfly
I just hope that I may fly,
When I die, to eternal paradise
-34 What Does it Mean for a Monk to Casually Kill a Fly?
A stillborn at The Lilith Fair
Spoke to me in code, said they didn’t care
About all of the xeroxed heroes
So we ascended
Above the sun's glare, please don't ever stare
at a monk, dead in his eyes
-35 Slim Pickens is a Werewolf Too
The things you think are funny
Could just about make me cry
The early risers and deep sea divers
Are in agreement, no surprise
Woke up in the wrong apocalypse
It wasn't supposed to look like this
Saw several stray cats among the trash
And a dog with radioactive piss
Where were you when you were who
Was a person who found out
Things correct and things untrue, like
Slim Pickens is a werewolf too
-36 The Next Tom Cruise
The cutting room floor is an abyss
I wish more people could see this
A CEO Ed Policy diss track
Is blaring from a stereo backpack
Meanwhile heads can't stop talking
Bird shit loudmouths, constant squawking
Who but who the next Tom Cruise
Could pull us out of this deluge
-37 Relitigating Whisper Ships
It's impossible to me
How dusty things get on a shelf
You're relitigating whisper ships
While I'm trying to be myself
We could sail away
For more or less a lifetime, babe
Find a screaming island
Peel away the soul from the mind form the apple rind
-38 Rhonda's Somalian Dog (On a Cellular Level)
I looooooove you
On a cellular level
When you walk into a room
Every molecule's disheveled
Rhonda's Somalian dog
Will round up the chickens, baby
It doesn't take much on this green earth
To fade into the blackness
When that 'bok bok bok' is back in the pen
And we can laugh again
It doesn't take much on this blue dot
To fade into the background
You know it seems like his wiring switched
I mean why else would he have killed those birds?
It really seems like this is some red hell
And we're never getting back
But concepts come and go
Ideas are much more reap than sow
What's a band? What's a show?
Kids these days just wouldn't know
-39 Tribe of Fishes
Several Yankees in the spank bank
No Civil War reenactment men here
Ladies only at the sausage party
I never felt so all alone
Half-eaten by a tiger
On a Tuesday afternoon
But it didn't take my good side
I still look nice beneath the moon
A hollowed out maple tree
Not necessarily canoe
The tribe of fishes will renounce the boat
Poke a bigger hole than a tutu
-40 To Bequeath a Solemn Sequence of (Fictional) Events
Irony is poisoned to a point
Being beyond parody is tantamount
To taking a vacation on your phone
There are far more chickens than this egghead can count
To bequeath a solemn sequence
Of, some say, fictional events
With strangers, strange men and danger lurking
Just beyond the fence
-41 Drinking in My Dreams
I've been drinking in my dreams
Driving, riding, hearing things
I'm a lone wolf wandering around
Like a newborn baby in a ghost town
I don’t mind day for night
So long as it’s not too blue
Survival of the fruitiest
Don't want anything uncouth
-42 Bento Box Deception Unit (Buff Boys in Antarctica)
Bento box deception unit
Can't eat your way out the grave
Buff boys in Antarctica
Shower the priestess with gifts
They all own guns that go
Click, click, click
Gottahava Wawa
And utopian tubas
Slippery fish in a bento box
Shipped express from Cuba
-43 The Exploited Workers Jubilee
Apocalypse moths
It's not my fault
I'm not the water
I can't be bought
I’m not the light
And nothing’s right
At the exploited workers jubilee
All the bug are outtasite
-44 I Just Gave Birth to the Largest Baby in Town
Jeremy, Jason and James
Have nothing on this brand new name
They framed the dame, she was to blame
And I was witness to the flames
Conceal carry Ken was a heck of a friend
And diaper pack Jack is on the attack
I just gave birth to the largest baby in town
And we all started screaming when it didn’t make a sound
-45 Noonday Ricin Kites
So pack it up and suck it in
Let all of that anger stew within
We can't go back, we can barely advance
Ace Frehley wrote the KISS song "Cold Gin” (sample?)
Noonday ricin kites flying high in the sky
An advancing army, unafraid to die
We play some rock n’ roll, we want to save our souls
And watch the apocalypse from the comfort of a pillow thigh
-46 Wax Paper President (Embarrassed for America)
At the drug store
dressing older
pushing pills
it's almost over
Embarrassed for America
Since 1777
Like a wax paper president
Named Kevin Evans
-47 Return of Skullcrusher
“Hopatcongese Dribble Drive” was a song I couldn't write
Because my mama named me Kevin Evans
So my best friend Mesmer dubbed me Skullcrusher
And I immediately went into hibernation like a grizzly
Like any good movie this is a comeback story
And I was buried under a hundred and fifty bears
But I woke up rested, ready to go
My name is Skullcrusher and I will write a single song
-48 Cujo’s Song
Chasing a rabbit, bit by a bat
That's why Cujo… acts like that
A convertible is a really bad choice of car
Any rabid dog could easily clear that bar
But luckily your wife, she did slay the beast
She cheated on you, sure, but she did that at least
-49 Mx. Piggy (Ode to Emily Oldenburg)
The bread crumb Christians are crossing a line
As the envelope’s pushed well past the divine
The divider is broken, the sects begin to merge
Mx (mux) piggy in a blanket absorbs the coming surge
Emily Oldenburg died at 64
Two decades and I'm her equal, but I just want something more
Why is time, like, this thing we can't escape
Like a blood-splattered tapestry on a statue tastefully draped
-50 End My Hen's Life
Canadian geese in the middle of the street
In a small town somewhere in New Jersey
On their way to a stream, from my window it seems
That they might, at first sight, not make it
I recall a time, when life was sublime
Eggs on the table near the butter tray
It wasn’t your right to end my hen’s life
But I just had to sit there and take it
It wasn’t a tire that did those geese in
But a new euthanasia mobile
It gassed the birds fast, right down to the last
Gasp of air, can’t you taste it?
-51 Apes in the Air (Alien Laughter)
As we move from Pittsburgh to Dublin
I can't unearth the feeling of this conundrum
Apes in the air, appear, laughing at me
The sounds they make are deceptive, you see
Between Eula and Clyde
Let's take a ride
Let's not get lost in our loneliness
I'm thirsty my friend
Is this the end?
Let's find a place we can fill our cups up
-52 Beach a Whale
Lobster and pomegranate, scream out my name
Why did God beach a whale on a… Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, weekend’s awakening
I kneel before the altar of a holy Monday
I can see the bacteria dying
When I wash my hands
Like a fading fumbling geetar player
In a rock n roll band
-53 Esophagoo-Goo (Ode to a Future Meat)
Detriment shrimp, detriment shrimp
Failson limitations got my bankroll on the skimp
Esophagoo-goo, ode to a future meat
It only goes down easy when you hustle on the streets
-54 Petri Dream
They erected several statues, of which few survived the storm
And I'm cursing out the Gods of chance but thankful I was born
Strange sample in the petri, atoms dishing out my dream
Glance through foreign microscopes, organisms are obscene
-55 The Football Player Who Only Ate Swan Meat
Drip like the dog in the ever thereafter
Ensconced in the widow of a word
The football player who only ate swan meat
Never knew he was eating a bird
The dog became God through a promise
In a pigskin gridiron grove
He allegedly went woke due to bribing
Though in truth, nobody knows
-56 God Knows Only
I would never run over a puddle
I would never underestimate your love
If not for this toil and trouble
I'd be consumed, but I'm a motherfucking cut above
God knows only the language
You taught him when you learned how to walk
You argued over how to make your mouths move
You squabbled when you could’ve just talked
-57 Biblio Oxen
Sam Champion forgot about the weather
Focused on the Labubu heist instead
He did it all for a paycheck
Extra zeroes dancing in his head
The Biblio oxen, so steely and grey
Set ablaze on hearses when the wagon wheels stormed away
Like passionate waterfowl, unburdened and smooth
The weather man could only watch, forever uncool
-58 Michael Jargon
I can't stand these sanity pranks
A skipping CD, an uncooked frank
What of the burning ghost could a future make?
You are the only one for our destiny's sake
We call you Michael Jargon, my son
We call upon thee to untangle the gun
Pry it from the lecherous claws
The gnawing teeth, this is the last straw
-59 The Linguistic Goon
Another payday squandered
Down at the laundry mat
The linguistic goon sullies
The pride of downtown rats
Sucked into a vending machine
This time the spiral’s playing for keeps
It’s cold metal tangle glistens
Uncorks a treat while you fucking weep
The linguistic goon’s time is up
The linguistic goon’s time is up
This earth has no more use for words
Letters before numbers, sentences are for the birds
-60 DJ Pangolin (Anthem For)
If suing the piano teacher
Will make you a very rich man
Or rich enough, say, to open
Your custom kombucha depot
Named Karma & Marmalade
Then that’s a chance you gotta take
K&M could be branded big-time
You did good, my son, my boy
DJ Pangolin this is an anthem for
So don’t forget it, don’t you die
You’ve got so much living left to do
So many beats left to fucking drop
-61 Lo! (Exclamation, Archaic)
10-year-old psychopaths
Modeled the murder with the blue paint
After a horror movie
Child's Play 3 - all sequels must repent
But it was all a lie
Or wait maybe not
If you reap what you sow
You'll love what you've bought
Lo! I’ve seen it all
I’ve really seen the depths and heights of man
Kids killing kids, so sad
In every town across this wretched land
-62 Gobsmacked, Giggling & Underprepared
There are demonic forces in your horse of course
I'm terribly sorry that you’ve got yourself a haunted thoroughbred
Soda pop for Sally
A Slim Jim for Tim
And what does little Alexander want?
What does ole Needy Petey need?
I’m not here to answer every single question you’ve got
You’ve all arrived so gobsmacked, giggling and underprepared
-63 Colorado Dentist Poisons Wife's Protein Shake
The whereabouts of the vibe riders
Sitting pretty in persnickety grove
Not a real place to hide, Clyde
Not even a location one can go
Colorado dentist poisons
Wife’s protein shake in suburban Denver
Real words up on the screen
Death is the only true forever
Death is the only thing I've ever seen
-64 Finlayson Spelling (Long-Johns at the Seashore)
Why is a mosquito?
Couldn’t dare spell out his name
But I can see his face
His mustache, yeah
Like wearing long-johns at the seashore
Or tossin' smoke bombs in the proxy war
We’re all just a character actor away
From living out our fantasies every day
-65 Paradice Death
He's looking like an angel
He's screaming like a freak
He's hitting his stride
He's reaching his peak
He’s killing it, fam
He’s batting a thousand
He’s running amok
He’s a one-man island
He’s not sus in the least
He’s showered today
He’s totally normal
He’s been given away
Do you like what you see?
Do you need to see more?
He’s a ghost now, he’s crying
He’s the hallway not the door
The head coach will kill you
If you make him mad
You are always second best
Among the me-first Chads
But don't worry at all
I think your time is near
You could always strike first, my friend
Impale the head coach with a spear
/
I will make you love me
I will make you cry
I will settle for the little less that you invest
Into our love, I sigh
/
I see you seeing me too
But this isn’t about all that
This is a real deal rallying cry
For some deeper combat
But the war of eyes is just a lie
I see you seeing that
Or is it just a mirage
Something our eyes can’t unpack
Why did it work out this way?
My memory’s fading, it’s true
I could be wrong about it, but
I see you seeing me too
