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