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telethon - manila lyrics

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packing all expressions away
folding the tiny fastener down
another day will see this manila
envelope opened again
where will you be, my friend? oh

balcony at a piece of performance art, or the back booth of a culver’s
or a marriott courtyard in some suburb of some metropolitan area you’ve never been
when will you be opening it again?

cannonballing off of the pier
with your new bleach blonde hair
i remember you well, but not why we were there
twenty-07, twelve years ago
an impressionist old canvas of impressionable ego

and although i suppose i could take it as proof it’s all makeshift
the way the sun looks from inside of an eyelid
right now it makes me angry which we’ve learned
is merely sadness pushing outward, ever outward till it bursts

oh, we know you can’t be perfect
could you at least try to be good
so you can say “this came out better than i thought it would”

ideally, by the time you settle down
you’ll bring a lightness to your town and all those around
remember: every mayor, beloved nba player, every saint’s
been caught in the perennial cliche you’re living now

siphon off a bit of the poise you seek
shaking your head glibly when they try to read your face and they guess you’re a pisces
as if you’ve ever thought of it for longer than a minute
as if you want to be here or give a sh-t

-ssume they’re giving one back, at this point a leap
“i’m taurus” you crack, and they ask if you have weed
and for the first time in at least a decade, you do truly wish you could say
“yes i do and it’s really good, let us go obfuscate

this kitchenette we’re in
because i’m tired of my two friends
i’m tired of congenial misery”

but lying don’t come easy anymore, a hundred shoes outside the door but you can’t find yours
and life is full of subtle changes, this ain’t one, to some you’re lame; but you’re comfortable

maybe by the time you leave your town
and get a thousand miles down you’ll turn around
because you miss the stale emotion and the sounds of train stops p-ssing
and all that you can’t stand to even think about right now

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