Single Mothers - Marbles lyrics
[Single Mothers - Marbles lyrics]
Someone put a hole in this old bag
So if I start stumbling don't be startled
I'm just trying to get back some of my things
A familiar disorientation
Unfamiliar faces keep on buying all my drinks
Try to talk about Mann and Miller
Well, your bookshelf doesn't impress me
I don't care about your first editions
I don't care about your type writer ribbon
I don't care about your punctuation
Puncture wounds you've been trying
To inflict me with
Cause, I'm a hypocrite, and I'm okay with it
And I'm so self-aware, that it's crippling
At least I don't pretend
My whole life's held together by bookends!
She's all like blah, blah, blah, blah
Something about McSweeney's
Something about her thesis
Something about it's meaning
Something about whatever
Something like why do you gotta be so mean
I don't care about your first editions
I don't care about your type writer ribbon
I don't care about your punctuation
Puncture wounds you've been trying
To inflict me with
Cause, I'm a hypocrite, and I'm okay with it
And I'm so self-aware, that it's crippling
At least I don't pretend
My whole life's held together by bookends!
She's got passion and penmanship
A BA in the soft sciences
And I'm just a dropout without a clue
At least I'm not incubated!