Song | Local Joke |
Artist | Neon Indian |
Album | Psychic Chasms |
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Common things never bother me cause | |
I'm the local joke* | |
Summer got high and swoll she calls me the broken spoke | |
Never been late to **** with fate and see if faith's a joke | |
Part of me wants the wants in life to tickle up and smoke | |
Come to me cross a path of all these empty traits | |
Everything is just unsaid no need to contemplate | |
All my weights drip as they leave my lips how come do something straight | |
She needs and excuse to end things and become the things you hate |