Seltzer Loop

Is it a city that you work in?
I'm not ever certain
Sure, if it's a steel pole, it might be a lamp post
So get yourself some real clothes
Buy yourself a go-pro
The world's outside your window
I'm sitting home by myself

You'll forget about my problems
It makes you feel alright

Now the punks down on Van Brundt Street are busy with the daydreams
Burning lots of sage, getting ready for the stage reading
Long as they get paid, wonder "isn't life amazing?"
When you meet someone real they just look at you like you're crazy

Oh, my my, and it happens all the time
Still surreal that I'm alive to say the least

And your worth isn't whole, it gets smaller each day
You're at work, then you're home on a bus or a train
And your words and your goals aren't always erased
You can run, you can run it gets further and further away

So you start a conversation just to say some vain shit
Sudden motivation, feeling so complacent
He could be enough but only when you're fucked up
She could make you blush but only when you fucked her

Sentimental excess
Called a friend of mine, wasted
He knows a thing about regret

Face it, more facts glisten in the bottle that you're sipping
Than you got up in your hat, underneath your intuition
Like a trap star in the past, driving drunk on the lower level
You could use some help, man, don't you think you'll ever settle?

Headed towards a home town existential breakdown
Throwing out your phone, now I'm lying on the front lawn
A gin and tonic to vomit, or chronic alcoholic thoughts like a faucet
Feeling psychotic - it's symbolic!

Me and the psych ward chauffeur are sitting in the courtyard
Wonder if we've lost it, call us the bergen pines prophets
I don't know where weeks went in September
But I've been looking, said I've been looking
I've been looking out for myself