Where We're From
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It really ain't sad
It really ain't tragic
It's just something to pass the time with
And till he told me it was wrong I'd never really minded
Cause it really ain't sad
It really ain't tragic
There really ain't a lot left for me to say
Filling in the blank slates like we're born this way
You cross over the bridge and there's a liquor store adjacent
Over past the bank where there's a thrift store and a basement
She's flipping through racks of other people's dirty laundry
Finds yellow hoodie that she likes and puts it on me
There's stain on the sleeves and it fits me kinda crappy
But who are you to talk shit man it makes her happy
Where I'm from We make love in empty spaces
Sometimes when I wake up I swear to God I dreamt these faces
But even though I know it isn't real I gotta give to
Whichever sick fuck came up with what we're living through
Didn't believe me when I told her
Breaking of an empty bottle on the table just to hold it
But nobody looks pretty with a gun to their head
I guess I'll do the dishes and forget what you said
Cause the world is full of reasons to continue running circles
But sometimes I kinda want to hold my breath till I turn purple
[Hook]
But It really ain't sad
It really ain't tragic
It really ain't inspiring
It really ain't magic
It's just something to pass the time with
And till he told me it was wrong I'd never really minded
Cause It really ain't sad
It really ain't tragic
It really ain't inspiring
It really ain't magic
There really ain't a lot left for me to say
Filling in the blank slates like we're born this way
Shelly's gonna learn to juggle plates when she gets older
But for now she's banging Wu Tang out of busted Chevy nova there, yeah
And she ain't nothing to muck with
I hate to watch 'em push her into something productive
It's like we're scared of empty spaces
Frantically arranging all the pieces in their places and it haunts me
Cause when I look in my container
I feel the way it holds me but can't make it any plainer
Where I'm from we made circles out of squares
Riding bikes up the hill with them wide eyed stares
Looking for something to get into
Like your daddy's liquor cabinet or somebody's broken window
Talked a lot of shit but somewhere under babble
The reassuring rhythm of the tides on the gravel
I held on to it somehow it seemed to matter
But now when I look back the little things just make me sadder
Where I'm from we folding circles into boxes
Making perfect little puzzles out of pretty paradoxes
For the sake of simplicity filing empty spaces
While I'm staring at the ceiling finding filling in the traces
[Hook]
Josephine just a dream just a few years past
You had me looking down a tunnel when your heart beat fast
Shaky hands clinging to a hospital sink trying to hold down dinner and it's awful to think
That all I could see was the narcissist in me
Staring back at my reflection like "How hollow can you be?"
Just a sinner in the hands of an indifferent God
A relatively privileged but insignificant fraud
Then you came out kicking fighting for that inspiration
Filling empty spaces with a breath of revelation
Where you're from, there ain't no circles and squares
Your perp is staying clear back in the jerk in the mirror
Cause while to sack her and I'm back again I figured out what happening
Is nothing but the sum of some synaptical reactions
Each time I turn to see her she asks me not to leave her
You got your mother's eyes sweet pea I'm a believer
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