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Tiny Glowing Screens, Pt. 2

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Tiny Glowing Screens, Pt. 2 was released on March 12, 2013 by Self-released as a part of the album Cardboard Castles

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AlbumCardboard Castles

Release DateMarch 12, 2013

LabelSelf-released

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[Verse 1]

There's seven billion forty six million people on the planet

And most of us have the audacity to think we matter

Hey, you hear the one about the comedian who croaked?

Someone stabbed him in the heart, just a little poke

But he keeled over cause he went into battle wearing

Chainmail made of jokes

[Verse 2]

Hey, you hear the one about the screenwriter who passed away?

He was giving elevator pitches and the elevator got stuck halfway

He ended up eating smushed sandwiches

They pushed through a crack in the door

Repeating the same crappy screenplay idea

About talking dogs until this last day

[Verse 3]

Hey, you hear the one about the fisherman who passed?

He didn't jump off that ledge he just stepped out into the air

And pulled the ground up towards him really fast

Like he was pitching a line and went fishing for concrete

The earth is a drum and he's hittin' it on the beat

[Verse 4]

The reason there's smog in Los Angeles

Is cause if we could see the stars

If you we could see the context of the universe in we exist in

We could see how small each one of us is

Against the vastness of what we don't know

Know one would ever audition for McDonalds commercial again

And then where would we be?

[Verse 5]

No frozen dinner and no TV and that is a world we want to text in

Either someone just microwaved popcorn

Of I hear the sound of a thousand people pulling the heads outta

Of their asses in rapid succession

[Verse 6]

The people are hunched over in Boston

They're starting app stores and a screen printing companies

In San Francisco

They're grinning in Los Angeles like they got fish hooks

In the corners of their mouths

But do't paint me like the good guy

Cause every time I write I get to choose the angle that you view me

And select the nicest light

You wouldn't respect me if you her the typewriter

Chatter tap tap tapping through my mind at night

The same stupid take look of old sitcom dialogue

And tattered memories of a girl I got to grind on in high school

Filed carefully on rice paper

[Verse 7]

My hear is a colored pencil but my brain is an eraser

I don't want a real girl, I want to trace her from a catalog

Truth be told I'm unlikely to hold you down

Cause my soul is a crowded subway train

And people keep deciding to get on the next one

That rolls though town

[Verse 8]

I'm joining a false movement in a San Francisco

I'm frowning and hunched over in Boston

I'm smiling in Los Angeles l like I got fish hooks

In the corners of my mouth

And I'm celebrating on weekends

[Verse 9]

Because there's seven billion forty seven million people on the planet

And I have the audacity to think I matter

I know it's a like but I prefer it to the alternative

Because I got a tourniquet tied to my elbow

I got a blunt wrapped filled with my compliments and I'm burning it

You say go to sleep, but I been bouncing off my bedroom walls

Since I was hecka small

We're every age at once and tucking inside ourselves

Like Russian nesting dolls

[Verse 10]

My mother is an eight year old girl

M grandson is a seventy four year old retiree

Whose kidneys just failed

And that's the glue between me and you

That's the screws and nails we live in a house made of each other

And if that sounds strange, that's because it is

[Verse 11]

Someone please freeze time

So I can run around turning everyone's pockets inside out

And remember, you didn't see shit

Written by: George Daniel Bird, George Watsky

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