Presumably Dead Arm - Audiotree Live Version

Just to start this off
This isn't the start of anything
Just a song that I can sing to you
We're standing in a graveyard
A presumably dead arm popped through the grass
Who doesn't talk about that?

Honey you are nothing to me
But alcohol and dopamine
I'm dying on the sofa
And I barely know the time
Like an old man's say I reckon
I love you for a millisecond
But I don't wear a watch or Rolex
And my brain's a toddler
Roller skating down a hill

I took a spill and ran into a
Tree and suffered minor injuries
Honey, you are nothing to me
I don't call people anything
Thought to be so sweet

But I'm just being bitchy
Nearly everyone skipped over me on
Our twilight hour meet and greet
One coffee table theater scene
One disregard the soaring chick
Back there in corner three
I'd rather let the poor kid sleep

But he's tripping balls
He's tripping testes
LSD, post wisdom teeth
He got lost in the shower
And he barely knows the hour
I wanna know your passwords
Without changing them in preferences
And all the childhood streets
And deceased pets that they're referencing

And in the box I'll type
I'll know all the numbers to try
I wanna know the lyrics
That you think of when you're high

I'm in love with strangers
Who I've never even seen
In love with
Weird cut bangs and sweaters
Swaying kind of awkwardly

And I'm in love with
Fresh air friends from overheated houses
Till I Uber up a giant park
And dump my body in my apartment

Honey, you are nothing to me
I don't call people anything
Thought to be so sweet

The speech is coming back
With a vengeance it seems

All these pretend spouses
Are a happy story book
That all turn to stark nonfiction
In the time it took for me to notice
That I'm old which means
I'll be 30 and happy
Likely married to
Personified, business casual khakis

And I'll forget about it
When I wake up late and stupid
I tried to tell the Uber driver till he tried to hit it
I tried to tell myself because I've come this far along
Carrying my zombie arm to 17th grade prom

Honey, you are nothing to me
I don't call people anything
Thought to be so sweet

The speech is coming back
With a vengeance it seems
The speech is coming back
With a vengeance it seems