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You are a sweet talker
And I devour every word that you bake
You are a fast walker
And I struggle to keep up with your pace
You are my beta blocker
In a rainstorm under the roof
You are electroshocker
When this awful place drives me cuckoo

And as the world gets meaner
Our house gets cleaner

It’s high time
To get high
Put on our birthday suits
Lock the doors
Ignore the wars
Don’t watch the news
There are plenty of people
Who are much worse off
And though I don’t know exactly who
I’ll bet they’re fighting
I hope they’re fighting in lieu
Of me and you

You are a laughing gasser
I used to laugh at your worldview
I am a first classer
You once saw first class on your way to the loo
I am the forecaster
And there’s big storm making landfall
We are dark matter
It turns out we don’t matter at all

And as the world grows ugly
We’ll cuddle snugly

It’s high time
We get high
As the world goes down the tubes
Turn off our goddamn phones
Blow each others’ nose
And stop watching the fucking news
There are plenty of people
Who are much worse off
Than me and you
And I bet they’re fighting
I’ll bet they’re fighting
I’ll bet somebody’s fighting
And since we’re not fighting
I hope they do

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from 2019 Song​-​a​-​Week Thingy, released January 1, 2019

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