Next to Me (Homely)
Knowing the middle and the end
At the beginning but unable
To grasp more than two at once
I mute the TV and plant my head in the couch
Knowing more or less than I care to
I'd rather talk about the weather
It's just been so cold
And I'm sweating in the house
Yeah I'd shower in the yard and piss
The neighbors off my legs
Look fucking awesome in these swim trunks
And I've gotten kind of tan
So why would I want anything
Why would I want to do anything
But lie in the lawn
When there's dishes to be done
And the garden's overgrown
Why would I want anything
But to lie in the lawn
The grass at our knees
Hair weaved into weeds
Just spilling out like vines
On a wall
Why would I want to do anything
But lie in the lawn
In silence watching
Dry-lightning
The dew on our backs
The dirt at our ears
And all the lights
In the house still on
Why would I want anything
Why would I want to do anything
But lie in the lawn
When there's dishes to be done
And the garden's overgrown
And there's cans of paint leaking in the garage
Yeah the garden's overgrown
And there's cans of paint leaking in the garage
The concrete'll still be
Stained green and pink
When the cans of paint are gone
The concrete'll still be
Stained green and pink
When the cans of paint are gone
The concrete'll still be
Stained green and pink
When the cans of paint are gone
So why would I want anything
Why would I want to do anything
But lie in the lawn in silence
Watching dry-lightning
With your mirage
Flashing next to me
Next to me
There and gone
At the beginning but unable
To grasp more than two at once
I mute the TV and plant my head in the couch
Knowing more or less than I care to
I'd rather talk about the weather
It's just been so cold
And I'm sweating in the house
Yeah I'd shower in the yard and piss
The neighbors off my legs
Look fucking awesome in these swim trunks
And I've gotten kind of tan
So why would I want anything
Why would I want to do anything
But lie in the lawn
When there's dishes to be done
And the garden's overgrown
Why would I want anything
But to lie in the lawn
The grass at our knees
Hair weaved into weeds
Just spilling out like vines
On a wall
Why would I want to do anything
But lie in the lawn
In silence watching
Dry-lightning
The dew on our backs
The dirt at our ears
And all the lights
In the house still on
Why would I want anything
Why would I want to do anything
But lie in the lawn
When there's dishes to be done
And the garden's overgrown
And there's cans of paint leaking in the garage
Yeah the garden's overgrown
And there's cans of paint leaking in the garage
The concrete'll still be
Stained green and pink
When the cans of paint are gone
The concrete'll still be
Stained green and pink
When the cans of paint are gone
The concrete'll still be
Stained green and pink
When the cans of paint are gone
So why would I want anything
Why would I want to do anything
But lie in the lawn in silence
Watching dry-lightning
With your mirage
Flashing next to me
Next to me
There and gone
Credits
Writer(s): Brian Obernesser, Corbin Brooks, Evan Jorissen, Greyson Elkins, Sam Kok
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