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I've been driving in circles
Conducting sprawling monologues
For me and me alone.
I feel it helps to keep the peace, right?
See, life's become such a series of blurs:
Another she, another her, another we, another day, another week
Another lover turn to,
"Please shut the fuck up I don't want to hear you speak"
And that's just how it seems to be
Now, if an effort ever surfaced, maybe this would cease
See, I've been known to stumble
Some of my circuits scramble
Honestly, most of 'em do, it's something I'm trying to handle
But then I'm greeted with a fistful of cashews
And now I can't stop thinking about another fistful of cashews
Use me if you have to
Fiend for fleeting passion
What I wouldn't do for an impossible distraction
It's thin comfort, though.
I've been driving haphazardly
And I'm running out of gas
Time to find a new street or two
Maybe I'm driving too fast...
And this headache's building
I was thrilled, I was saving these feelings,
I was waiting for you, but you had other plans
What a shame
Front seat wide open, most baggage in the back
And maybe that's where it starts:
I can't commit to ever cleaning shit out of this car
Then pitch a fit when people can't wedge their way in the door
They get to walking, I start barking and wonder what for
I can't afford another fistful of cashews
All I'm trying to do is stop thinking about another fistful of cashews
And yet, despite the hassle,
Fiend for fleeting passion
What I wouldn't do for an impossible distraction
Hey, I own this place and I know these guys. If you don't buy this album, I'm gonna shoot you in the face. Figuratively of course. Album of the year! Evan Souza