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Friend Overseas (July 2005)
Faux Flipper
It's been a while since we've spoken.
I can't remember the last time.
I keep forgetting to return your calls,
and for that I apologize
You say my voice sounds kind of different.
I can't believe the way time flies.
Nothing new is going on with me,
I'm just trying to survive.
So you're wondering why I'm calling.
Well besides just saying hi...
I left some of my pills at your house
and a scarf with orange stripes.
You wanna know about our children,
well they're doing just fine.
Sabrina just turned 8 years old
and in December Troy will be 5.
Just consider me dead
'cause my house is in the lake.
I've adapted naturally
though my oxygen is fake.
Living among the fish
I sometimes feel a bit afraid.
I hang onto my float device
'cause I'm drowning in cliches.
No we don't have to talk.
No we don't have to talk.
No we don't have to talk.
No we don't have to...
(Drowning...
Drowning...
Drowning in the lake.)
Collectible Mugs
So-and-so, how are you?
How is your day so far?
How was your weekend?
So-and-so, what else is new?
See any new movies?
Drink any alcohol?
I do the same shit almost every single day.
And I complain and I complain.
Because my life seems so mundane.
I do the same shit almost every single day.
And I complain and I complain.
Though instead I used to feign my contentment.
Get your shades. Get your volleyball.
Get your cooler. Fill it up with alcohol.
Get your boombox, crank it up loud.
Get some bumpin' tunes and it's a beach party! Yeah! Yeah!
Get a skill. Get a job.
You had fun while you were young.
Now suck it up for Mom and Pop.
Get some new shoes. Get a dog.
Get a glass case to display your collectible mugs.
When I was young I used to dream
of dwelling caves so deep and secret
It was my destiny, I believed
Never thought I'd be stuck in a building with fake plants and coffee machines
I was made to walk the earth on unpaved roads of glass and trees
But here I am on a conference call
I'm not upset, I'm not upset
I'm just sick of talking to strangers on the phone.
But I could be a lot worse off I guess
I could be directionless
Or god forbid, I could be without this job that I detest
Get a car. Get some credit cards.
Get an accountant because math is really hard.
Get engaged, write your pre-nup.
Better safe than sorry! Better keep that money within the blood!
Get a house. Get another car.
Get the kids from up the block to mow your lawn for five bucks.
Get those damn mice out of our garage!
When you're bored spy on the neighbors with your binoculars.
It's not as bad as I'm making it out.
I've gotten used to it, I suppose that I'm neutral at this point.
I see the world a lot differently now.
I must remind myself that I'm lucky to have a brother who could get me a white collar job.
So this is what I've become, whattttttsssupppp.
This is my life now.
Maybe Mom and Dad will finally be proud.
Maybe they'll stop saying, "why don't you act your age?"
Maybe they'll start loving me now that I'm engaged to a yearly wage.
Friend Overseas
There's a mailbox on the corner.
I found it difficult to get here.
I wrote a letter that says a lot of things,
like "please excuse my handwriting,
I was never any good at cursive,"
and "please excuse my penmanship,
I developed blisters during this process."
I don't know why I bother writing letters at all.
It seems I'm awfully bad at communicating my thoughts with words.
So maybe I won't send this letter out,
after all, I remember you explained
your disdain for overseas nostalgia.
I was clever with words in my day,
poetically-phrased with my own made-up slang.
I was writing novels,
I was writing plays about dyslexic war veterans.
I was writing letters
to presidents' daughters and animal slaughterers.
I was calling numbers I found on the back of shampoo bottles.
Paranoid at quite a young age,
my notebooks were labeled on the corner of every page
"if you continue reading this you might wake up dead."
My hero-worship was enclosed
but now all my heroes seem like assholes.
We can't go on believing
that we'll ever be saved by anything,
including rock n' roll.
My friend overseas says
that I will never see her again
but I've seen her a couple of times
since the last time she said that.
She acts like she's never missing me
'cause she's too busy with more exciting things,
things I wish I was doing
but I just sit at home and daydream.
What do you get when you ask so selfish?
What do you get when you sound so pissed off?
What do you get when you ask seductive?
What do you get when you're hot?
What do you get?