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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Petey
Petey
Performer
Peter Martin
Peter Martin
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter Martin
Peter Martin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Petey
Petey
Producer
Phil Hartunian
Phil Hartunian
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, we were both dumb at the same things How many sharp tacks does it take to make Another fuckin' meal in the microwave? Are we the type of people to procreate? So you wanna little cubby with half my brain A thing to always love you with our last name A steady source of meaning through all the change Baby, I ain't even sure if I ate today Yeah, I guess I'm just a bit of a goofball But we don't joke around like we used to It's hard to have a laugh when you feel the truth When you see another path laid in front of you When you see another path laid in front of you Do I really wanna live a life like this? Yeah, do I really wanna marry the only person I've kissed Since I was 20 years old On a porch in New Orleans God damn it was a hot one Like hell it was a scorcher I remember that night It was the night we met Yeah, we drank 3 dollar wine to ease our existential dread My head was on your chest I remember you asked me Have you ever told a lie? Yeah, have you ever told a lie, just for the hell of it? No, nothing that important Just some inconsequential shit Like the wrong date something happened The people you were with Just to make it come together, man Just to make your story fit Yeah, I don't know why we do this I think that life gets pretty hard sometimes, we lie to get through it But your eyes are the truth, and our hearts are congruent And in the very, very moment I think that I love you Yeah, I love you And I think that I need ya Yeah, I think that I love you I think I'll always need ya Do I really wanna live a life like this? Yeah, do I really wanna take over my old man's Honda dealership And buy a little house, maybe have a couple kids So I can learn what to be loved unconditionally is Is that selfish? Not more than drinking 20 beers and getting tan and eating shellfish On the Mississippi River And my head is like a riddle Where anxiety and narcissism meet somewhere in the middle Am I socio or empath? I've been a wreck since I was little At my own grandfather's funeral I even let out a little giggle I was just a little boy Fuckin' relax man, it happens I was just 6 years old and I couldn't hand the sadness And neither could anyone else And neither could anyone else Woo-hoo!
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