Chekhov’s Hangnail

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Well, I've never been any good at poetry And I stumble over words from time to time But tempted by a hangnail, I once flayed my middle finger Butchered cuticles stain the page like wine Count the digits, how unsuitable are mine? [Chorus] When it rains, well, it really fucking pours And we made waves, but did my screaming drown out yours? Now here we are, mixing metaphors And sometimes, it might seem that we lost the battle But if no one wins the war, then, why keep score? [Verse 2] Everything is mediocre, I'm bored and nothing satisfies An existential crisis mix-tape on repeat until I die Left decomposing on the floor, this routine's awful for my posture Looking 'round for something more, sure that I'd lost you [Chorus] When it rains, well, it really fucking pours And we made waves, but did my screaming drown out yours? Now here we are, mixing metaphors And sometimes, it might seem that we lost the battle But if no one wins the war, then, why keep score? [Outro] It might seem that we lost the battle It might seem that we lost the battle, yeah It might seem that we lost the battle It might seem that we lost the battle, yeah It might seem that we lost the battle It might seem that we lost the battle, yeah It might seem that we lost the battle It might seem that we lost the battle, yeah It might seem that we lost the battle It might seem that we lost the battle, yeah It might seem that we lost the battle But if no one wins the war, then, why keep score?