Stove Lighter

kids from my highschool still ignore me when
they see me busking in the city
and i think they're going somewhere
to take horse tranquilliser
and act like they're too cool to be there
and they'll still call me when they wanna get high.

those i look up to look down on me
or maybe it's just my crippling anxiety?
because it's been happening a lot lately
i think it's got something to do with you
but you make me pretty happy
i'm just whining about the same shit as yesterday.

and i would sneak him into my mothers house
where he would draw the things i'd talk about
and we only ever made out
and listen to tigers jaw and uv race
yeah it was pretty grouse
but i gave him my old phone and he moved away.

now i read my text books like the bible
there's something about truth that makes existence bearable
we're sitting 'round the kitchen table
it kinda feels like family but a little more unstable
and we still have to light the stove with a lighter.

it's kinda like i almost want you to understand
this like the first time you were here
it's kinda like i almost want you to understand me
like the first time we were here.

and all this time it made sense to me why life was so unfair
because the universe don't know and the universe don't care
it took years to figure out everyone else had shit on their mind
and the darkness that lives inside of me
looks exactly like you sometimes.

still have to light the stove with a lighter.

i'll sit alone in my bedroom,
hope they can't hear me in the next room
always alone in my bedroom hoping no one can hear me