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Well it's a funny thing about the way that I sing
I slur my words and don't say anything
But I have a way of believing what I say
Sigmund Freud would be so proud of me, my past is on display

Oh, but I'm something else, I promise, nothing at all
I can't believe I made it through this past fall
I fell asleep beside Chicago, awoke to flaking ash,
Decided I was hungry, ate my stomach in a fast

Oh, but I found God above my bathroom sink
"I don't believe in myself!" I screamed with a wink
My life's a broken ocean from that ice-age freeze
That time-familiar crime that brings us all to our knees

But I can't sing without you
No, I can't sing without you
And no, this song is not about you
But I can't sing without you

I'm a clean-cut killer, I'm a liver alone
A mediocre poet writing mediocre poems
To be lost up in the attic of my great grandchild
But not before they yellow in the sun for a while

Oh, but I found God above my bathroom sink
"I don't believe in myself!" I screamed with a wink
My life's a broken ocean from that ice-age freeze
That time-familiar crime that brings us all to our knees

But I can't sing without you
No, I can't sing without you
And no, this song is not about you
But I can't sing without you

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from Paint the Sorry Ground, released September 23, 2015

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