Mobile Stationary - Pudge

Twenty-five years, I’d say that qualifies for vintage

It seems so hard to live with

Same place but they’re gone

Ghosts linger on and on and on and on

Want to turn the lights down that blind me

Want to say that we did this finally

Cross it off the list while we’re still all around

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

They say to fake it till you make it

Haven’t made it till I hear back from you

It’s such an iffy situation

I feel lost, I don’t know what I should do

Bluebell is playing on the stereo, spin this forever

Boneclouds, the Sun Maid missed the stage again

Prank calls to Vedder

Orange shag carpet delight dynasty

No word back and my phone sits there quietly

As we live in the moment banging out our own sound

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

They say to fake it till you make it

Haven’t made it till I hear back from you

It’s such an iffy situation

I feel lost, I don’t know what I should do

Do the same thing, get the same results

Ends the same if you don’t work it out

Some like the money and then some want the date

Waited so long and now no time to waste

I’m out of breath from just standing here running in place

They say to fake it till you make it

Haven’t made it till I hear back from you

It’s such an iffy situation

I feel lost, I don’t know what I should do

I feel lost, I don’t know what I should do

I feel lost, I don’t know what I should do

I feel lost, I don’t know what I should do