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Artist: Sidney Gish
Canonical path: /sidney-gish/presumably-dead-arm
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Presumably Dead Arm
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Presumably Dead Arm
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Just to start this off
This isn't the start of anything
Just a song that I can sing to you
We're standing in a graveyard
A presumably dead arm
Popped through the grass
And who doesn't talk about that?
Honey, you are nothing to me
But alcohol and dopamine
I'm dying on the sofa
And I barely know the time
But like an old man say, I reckon
I love you for a millisecond
But I don't wear a watch or Rolex
And my brain's a toddler
Rollerskating down a hill
I took a spill
And ran into a tree
And suffered minor injuries
Honey, you are nothing to me
I don't call people anything
Thought to be so sweet
But I'm just being bitchy
'Cause nearly everyone skipped over me on
Our twilight hour meet and greet
One coffee table theater scene
One disregard the soaring tick
Back there in corner three
I'd rather let the poor kid sleep
But he is tripping balls
He is tripping testes
LSD, post-wisdom teeth
He got lost in the shower
And he barely knows the hour
I wanna know your passwords
Without changing them in preferences
And all the childhood streets
And deceased pets that they're referencing
And in the box I'll type
I'll know all the numbers to try
I wanna know the lyrics that you think of when you're high
I'm in love with strangers
Who I've never even seen
In love with weird cut bangs
And sweaters swaying kind of awkwardly
And I'm in love with fresh air friends
From overheated houses
till I uber up a giant park
And dump my body in my dorm bed
Honey you are nothing to me
I don't call people anything
Thought to be so sweet
But the speech is coming back
With a vengeance it seems
And all these pretend spouses
Are a happy storybook
That will turn to stark nonfiction
In the time it took
For me to notice that I'm old
Which means I'll be 30 and happy
Likely married to
Personified business casual khakis
And I'll forget about it
When I wake up late and stupid
I tried to tell the uber driver
till he tried to hit it
I tried to tell myself
Because I've come this far along
Carrying my zombie arm
To the 15th grade prom
Honey you are nothing to me
I don't call people anything
Thought to be so sweet
But the speech is coming back
With a vengeance it seems
The speech is coming back
With a vengeance it seems
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