ELI SHANE

How I love your diction There’s a reason to every line Gabbing like a greedy politician Who deep down knows what he’s saying’s not right But that’s what I dig, you can see through bullshit And I’ll circle and square but there’s no getting ‘round it We’re like fire as a force We’ll burn right through this forest We’ll burn right through each other Say it together: “Thank me later” Then you’ll sulk in the doorway I’ll sit on the floor like a child would I don’t know where the dirt under my nails came from But I know I stay clean Seems you’ve been real perceptive lately And I admit that’s more than I’ve achieved Your legs should be fine but you still have to pay for the ambulance I was called in that day, you said “I’ve got some news, I’ve been reading Ishiguro and the Harvard Law Review, I’ve been building up my stamina, my strategy, my gravitas!” And I stood there, confusingly not confused I replied: “I understand why did these things, I understand that life can bring some questions to the forefront of your mind But going crazy isn’t the way We’re standing on a king-sized bed We’ve got money to last the rest of our lives” And the dialogue kept going for an hour or more Til our legs collapsed and we realized the taxation of worrying We faced opposite ways Vowed to stop counting the days Realized there’s no fun in being miserable and so suddenly we felt okay (We’re two worrisome individuals but I think we’ll make it out okay) One more conversation to have: Where should we live? You suggest a humble abode I called that cheesy and you said that everything is You hit the spot with that one Had me feeling some kind of way Your diction’s still dreamy, you know how to get me We’ll feel like some fairytale gaze Your legs should be fine but you still have to pay for the goddamn ambulance And I’ll come for the ride cause those EMTs are especially masculine If I get desperate for rhymes, you can rip up my shit and we’ll start again I’ve come a long way, I can navigate away from the tactlessness Fifty years from now, we’ll have it together while the others are still scrambling And by that time, the ambulance will be free We’ll realize there’s a lot more to this world than you & me Thus we’ll realize we don’t need to realize anything We don’t have to care about whatever’s not called you & me

I am singing for the moth in the room He flew in for the light But is staying for the music, I presume (zoom zoom) I can’t stop staring at the moth in the room Reminds me too much of a podcast I like to listen to (doo doo) I’m hitting wrong keys but I don’t care That bug would never pass judgement I’ve never been so self aware Cause moths are gross and self-indulgent (cause moths are creatures of self-indulgence) I’m so consumed by the moth in the room Reminds me of the times Grace and I would talk about tattoos (doo doo) We always hit wrong keys but we didn’t care Between us, there was never any judgement These days, I’m just so self-aware Cause it’s been a long time since I’ve had an audience

One sea-grade pair of diving gear, please Something to let me float down gracefully I’m not here cause I’m tired, uninspired, or bored I am here cause I’m waiting for an explanation, I’m torn One sea-grade pair of diving gear, please Something to let me roam around freely I’m not here cause I’m waiting for a reservation I’m here cause I’m late for my registration I’m waiting, waiting… (I don’t feel like clearing my name anymore) (You know, it’s… it’s been really hard sleeping) (You know, I wanted to live in my dreams and now I don’t dream anymore) (And I hope that’s good thing) (I know I did everything I could do) (See you in New York, I guess) credits

The sledgehammer of this very, very, very fine world Hits a cold darner, that’ll never, ever, ever find warmth The sledgehammer of this very, very beautiful world Sits in the arms of a princess in a holding cell on the ground floor The flame guard that I bought in the rocky, hot town Is nothing compared to the herbs that were stolen from the ground The icebergs and precious metals that have helped me on the way Means nothing to the birds who are squawking that I’m not pulling my weight

I would've told you about this film, but we're not speaking anymore Off with their heads now, off on their own I don’t mean to get all sad on you I don’t mean to take myself out on you I’ve been stepping on my toes for too long Dandelions on windowsills, their bristles make their way into the yard Cats climbing the standing clocks, I only care about little things from now on I’m buying boxsets, calling myself a collector I’ll put myself in debt before I work myself dead I’m writing papers, calling myself an actor I’ll put fronts up til I make it Turning down every offer And therein lies the garden, fairly sized and fecund And therein lies the future, but looking at it’s useless And I am still holding it all in And I am still holding it all

There’s a wave ahead About at where we’re moving There’s a wave There’s a way I’m awake I am away from here And I am awake in here I am afraid to move along and so I remain here Another verse, come around I walk the stage again, wandering Where was I going? Things crowded to the right Songs rolling in my mind but they aren’t mine It’s a wonderful thing that I am here It’s a beautiful thing that I’ve been scared It’s a wonderful song in A minor, F minor, C minor, D I’m fluid and I’m comfortable I’m free credits

There’s a place that I made It holds the finest of my belongings And though I miss my dog and say so a lot, I’m adjusting to my surroundings. But I’d like if you threw a little money this way. Throw a little more money this way Thought I’d sail a sea, but I’m climbing trees Cause Nostradamus called for another time And in between my bloody rings, I’m catching coins to use for a better ride So keep throwing money this way! Throw a little more money my way. I’ve been here a thousand times And nothing’s ever felt so right But this time, it feels right Phone calls have been breaking up I’ve been losing all my love But it’s fine! It feels right! Oh this time, I’m not tired! I don’t mean to keep meandering but mending never stops Like a kid again, I’m diving into every building block Always imagined how things’d go Stealing lines I heard from shows, just like a fraud I’ve been staying up late and waking up early Gaining a new appreciation for the morning But I don’t really wanna maunder Let me dream a little longer Don’t ring the siren just yet Oh god, I don’t wanna get out of bed Oh, you don’t have to tell me! It seems I have thought every thought that I can think Oh, it gets boring! They just keep throwing money at me They just keep throwing money at me Guess I could use this cash for something… Escape the country and make a name So many opportunities If they just keep throwing money at me credits