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kleenex girl wonder - tratteggio lyrics

[verse 1]
the night my true love died
happened to fall on february 29th
that was the start of daylight savings time
following ironically the longest day of my life
actually, let me give a little context
back when the easy stuff seemed complex
i acted like an inanimate object
dammit, might as well have just dropped dead

[pre-chorus 1]
granted, in a cold world people love a hot mess
and i’ve compromised myself for a lot less
i guess it’s all part of the process
loving and loosening and lossiness
so my next move seemed obvious
couch a message in a bottle with some nonsense

[verse 2]
like a twitchy bright british eye
focused on a distant white finish line
opens then closes, synchronized
with the opalline cloud-covered moon in the sky
noticed the first move something isn’t right
the stoic and plain typefaces on storefront signs
coalesce, convolve, and liquefy
broken like a brittle heart by a little lie

[pre-chorus 1]
oh god, i promised you a rose garden, didn’t i?
i’m tryin’ harder to be honest, now, sit tight
i’m not quite overflowing with insights
but the words gushed forth like mudslides
and i stumble on a breakthrough sometimes
like a sh-ggy dog joke pumping into a punchline

[chorus 1]
so let it ride
i’ll probably make some bad choices, but you’ll be fine
and when i throw my hands up, just gimme five twice
i’m a nice guy but try as i might to fry or to size
i can’t always tell what symbols signify
and everything i write sounds better in my mind

[verse 3]
so here’s six, insipid pictograms optimized
to make it look as though i give a d-mn, now remind
me again who exactly you think i am, a blind
opportunist or a shrewd businessman, denied
the creature comforts i grew to crave, confined
to the shadows of a cool, dark cave, up until i
was suddenly hewn in twain, alright
i can see i’m scaring you away, besides

[pre-chorus 3]
i never claimed to have my finger on the grapevine
it’s really hard to talk and listen at the same time
so some things fall by the wayside
and don’t you dare say it feels like watching paint dry
unless you see a famous great flight take flight
against the first naked ultraviolet rays of daylight

[chorus 3]
take it in stride
we’re all ultimately wretched, more pitiful, naked, and blind
so you can either get in line or stay to the side
right, no, god, i know my wildest dreams are beyond hope
i’d rather be a busy signal than a dialtone
a rare nihilist who’s terrified to die alone
and that’s the way it goes
the reticence and resonance of radio
let it snow, let it go, let the record show
transference, tragedy, tratteggio

- kleenex girl wonder lyrics

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