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free cake for every creature – So Much Strange To Give lyrics
Thinkin' bout four summers ago
Driving down quiet back roads
In south jersey
I was stinking of lake water and snack bar grease
Listened to "September Gurls"
And hoped the school year would be different
Didn't wanna be a Big Star
But didn't wanna be a small fry either, no
Oh oh oh oh
Didn't wanna be a weenie any more
Coffee at the kitchen table
You'll join me two hours later
I'll be sitting in front of a blank page in my notebook
Been reading through modern poetry
I just dont understand these images
Why's this beauty blocked from me?
Well, I know I know certain things:
I know uncertainty
I know every last freakin' thing 'bout hyperbole
I know someone knows the weather
Doesn't matter I always pack an extra sweater
Bad jokes make me happy
Put my laundry in the dryer two days later
Turn it on high and forget it
It catches on fire
I want to throw the appliance out the window
Of my third floor apartment
But I can't lift it so I spit on it
Sip homemade lemonade in my dreams
Cause I've yet to make any
Not too much sugar, I like the sour and sting
Dump iced tea on my head
In here I'm burning up, I'm unraveling
Kick off my shoes, come with me, we'll swim through
Through these sweat-stained sheets
Crack open another can of beans
Cheers to friends we've yet to meet
I'll pray they forgive my reclusive tendencies
We've all got so much strange to give
Driving down quiet back roads
In south jersey
I was stinking of lake water and snack bar grease
Listened to "September Gurls"
And hoped the school year would be different
Didn't wanna be a Big Star
But didn't wanna be a small fry either, no
Oh oh oh oh
Didn't wanna be a weenie any more
Coffee at the kitchen table
You'll join me two hours later
I'll be sitting in front of a blank page in my notebook
Been reading through modern poetry
I just dont understand these images
Why's this beauty blocked from me?
Well, I know I know certain things:
I know uncertainty
I know every last freakin' thing 'bout hyperbole
I know someone knows the weather
Doesn't matter I always pack an extra sweater
Bad jokes make me happy
Put my laundry in the dryer two days later
Turn it on high and forget it
It catches on fire
I want to throw the appliance out the window
Of my third floor apartment
But I can't lift it so I spit on it
Sip homemade lemonade in my dreams
Cause I've yet to make any
Not too much sugar, I like the sour and sting
Dump iced tea on my head
In here I'm burning up, I'm unraveling
Kick off my shoes, come with me, we'll swim through
Through these sweat-stained sheets
Crack open another can of beans
Cheers to friends we've yet to meet
I'll pray they forgive my reclusive tendencies
We've all got so much strange to give
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