So Much Strange To Give - Free Cake For Every Creature

Thinkin' bout four summers ago

Driving down quiet back roads

In south jersey

I was stinking of lake water and snack bar grease

Listened to «September Gurls»

And hoped the school year would be different

Didn’t wanna be a Big Star

But didn’t wanna be a small fry either, no

Oh oh oh oh

Didn’t wanna be a weenie any more

Coffee at the kitchen table

You’ll join me two hours later

I’ll be sitting in front of a blank page in my notebook

Been reading through modern poetry

I just dont understand these images

Why’s this beauty blocked from me?

Well, I know I know certain things:

I know uncertainty

I know every last freakin' thing 'bout hyperbole

I know someone knows the weather

Doesn’t matter I always pack an extra sweater

Bad jokes make me happy

Put my laundry in the dryer two days later

Turn it on high and forget it

It catches on fire

I want to throw the appliance out the window

Of my third floor apartment

But I can’t lift it so I spit on it

Sip homemade lemonade in my dreams

Cause I’ve yet to make any

Not too much sugar, I like the sour and sting

Dump iced tea on my head

In here I’m burning up, I’m unraveling

Kick off my shoes, come with me, we’ll swim through

Through these sweat-stained sheets

Crack open another can of beans

Cheers to friends we’ve yet to meet

I’ll pray they forgive my reclusive tendencies

We’ve all got so much strange to give