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Love Me More
03:49
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I fell in love in my sleep
I fell asleep in my clothes
I have a scrawny physique, I’m a geek
But most ladies are weak for my prose
I left my keys in the door, and what’s more
Went through a carwash with my windows down
You don’t like my sound, You don’t think I’m as profound
As that dickhead from Brown
But if I shaved would you love me more
If I made my favorite band the same as yours
If I adjusted to meet high standards
Turned down my manner
Maintained a mannish, rugged report
If I grew my patchy beard out would you drag me along
If my favorite song was your favorite song
If I pretended to drink black coffee
Would you pick your iPhone and call me
I woke up in Cold Water Canyon
Cracked the screen of my phone
Wearing only a sunburn and an Indian Banyon
Ate Peyote in the Mojave alone
I’m afraid of commitment I’ll admit it
Do you want to lack commitment with me
I don’t get my thrifts from Urban Outfits
And I prefer when all my meals are free
I’m living life in the passing tense
Haven’t felt this kind of passion since
High school when I met the passing glance
Of a redhead woman’s rights activist
I fell in love in my sleep
I fell asleep in my clothes
I have a scrawny physique, I’m a geek
But most ladies are weak for my prose
If I shaved would you love me more
If I made my favorite band the same as yours
If I adjusted to meet high standards
Turned down my manner
Maintained a mannish, rugged report
If I grew my patchy beard out would you drag me along
If my favorite song was your favorite song
If I pretended to drink plain, black coffee
Would you pick your iPhone and call me
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Kafka at Parties
04:20
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My solo cup, it’s cream soda but I’ll say it’s malt scotch
Brushed my hair to the side and my damn cowlick looks like a bald spot
A girl kissed me on the mouth and now I just taste like Vox Vodka
And now I can’t speak her tongue like the bug, just call me Franz Kafka
Arts kids drink Vermouth and postmodernity
Impressive how these alcoholics all earn degrees
Been this way since their mascot was Colonel Lee
I flipped the number three and I founded a fraternity
No slowing down until
my GPA has been deflated
Or until my folks tell me my
Best damn years have been wasted
Freshman girls who don’t know better
Hungover in your 9am
See Kafka would not sleep with strangers
He’d turn into that mite again
He’d turn into that mite again
I'm thinkin' that I might again
I stepped outside and pretended my breath was cigarette smoke
I didn’t want to get in trouble I was careful not to let the grown ups know
I really don’t want to grow older but I don’t want to die soon
I don’t wanna be another shoulder for some drunk girl to lie to
Everybody here keeps on checking their watches
As if personal effects don’t affect their causes
I’d trade potato vodka for a potato latke
And now I can’t speak her tongue like the bug, Franz Kafka
CHORUS
INSTRUMENTAL BREAK
CHORUS
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Ma saw God in the ocean
Drove for a decade to find him again
Guess most of us would do most anything
To reach some sort of happy end
You’ve been sad for years and I never stopped noticing
I reckon I haven’t seen a genuine smile from you
Since the Gilded Age
You and I could search God in wrinkles in time
And patterns in the Milky Way
I might crazier than a couple of King Leers
But I’ll find your smile if I have to drive for ten years
I saw your picture lying out of the frame last Easter
And there it continues to lay
I couldn’t find the courage or a better way
To put you on the wall again
I swore I heard your voice late last night like the
Ghost of Christmas Passerby
I don’t why God wouldn’t be someplace more dry
So if I found God in the ocean
If he dares show me his face
I’ll stay and chat about this or that
With the water up to my waste
You’ve been sad for years and I’ve never stopped noticing
You’ve been sad for years, sad for years
Visit the Southern Shore until his ass appears
But I want you to know that I’ll be right here
When Adonai’s in an Eno underneath a pier
Ma saw God in the ocean
Drove for a decade to find him again
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