You've got seven little tumors on your ribcage
You've got a roommate who can't stand you 'cause you felt up his ex.
There's a girl who screwed you over eighteen months ago
And the only thing you want is her back.
You've got an open pack of cigarettes you can't touch
You've got best friends who you can't even talk to anymore.
There's a girl who screwed around with all your best friends, too
And the only thing you want is her back.
But from pain comes inspiration
And the portrait of Shakespeare on the wall stares in awe of you.
You've got a roommate who can use you to get back at his ex
You've got best friends who forgive you when they need something.
You've got seven little tumors and they're all benign
So it's okay to start smoking again.
Too bad you're boring as shit now
And breasts from eighteen months ago obscure the page in front of you
The blank white page in front of you
The empty blank that lies
Right in front of you.
credits
from Song Foundry 3-Pack #016,
released August 19, 2022
Produced by Jed Davis
Words and music by Jed Davis, published by Eschatonality/ASCAP
Jed Davis: vocals, piano
Itaiguara Brandão: bass
Adam Alesi: drums
Recorded by Jed Davis at Pile of Sound
Additional recording by Musiversal
Mixed by Jack Endino
Mastered by Chris Hanzsek