[ Featuring the Aglets ]
I'm three liters into this thing of boxed wine
I'm doing just fine
I'm doing just fine
I'm just alone drinking my fill on a whim
Cuz I don't need to think until 5:00 pm
So I constantly retread the topics I always peruse
In my head when I pretend I'm talking to you, sorry
Like: how life is just littered with elusive ladies
I despise getting jitters from quasi-half-maybes
And the ones who are into me, I'm not into meet anymore
I can only be intimate out of scorn
Am I back in middle school with this mindset
Why haven't I been struck blind yet
Have I stumbled upon some humbling composite truth
That the person you want to be is always the opposite of you
But my Fate has been good to me lately
And it's hard to be fake when you are so fately
And I
I'm more liters into this thing of boxed wine
Here's what's on my mind
But where is my mind
My toilet is clogged and my roommate's to blame
But she claims it was me like we're playing some game
She's taking hostility from hospitality
Am I still her pal, or is this our reality, now
I need to get out of this house and out of this city
Because even when I am soused, it does not look pretty
But Austin will just make me pensive and New York's far too expensive to roam
Chicago's too close to comfort for home
Why must I try to be a drifter
Should or can't I be content to be a Lifter
Of the dead and the surviving, 'cause they just follow me around
Or should I be striving for something far more profound
I try to live life like a story
But everything lifelike is so boring
And I
I've just about drained this whole thing of boxed wine
Now it's all on the line
It's all on the line
No concept too sullen, no such thing as brave
Will onset a lull in my trudge to the grave
What I hear as harmony, you call cacophony
Who needs epiphany when there's apophany
As if ontology's based in chronology
My pick just broke as I was strumming
If I misspoke, I guess I had this coming
This song was made (I think) to make drunk thoughts mine
But now it's a charade just to drink this box of wine
And I up and die
