Not Much Rhymes with Everything’s Awesome at All Times

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Things were amazing when you lived in L.A Things were sublime up in the East Bay Then you landed in England's grey London town Again, things were great [Verse 2] You say you're a writer but what can you say When each night ends another perfect day When a week in a hostel was a fabulous stay You're just too high to reach [Verse 3] It's hard to swallow your big bright pills The one, I ask, how do you really feel? Can you dim the light for just a few minutes Lose the phrases, the overused snippets? [Verse 4] You're living among the grime and the soot A scene straight out of a Charles Dickens book Ain't got no man to give you no love Kiss on the cheek, a welcome home hug [Chorus] You say you're a poet, but I've not read a line Just seeing the notebook, the cover and spine You say you're a poet, but how much rhymes With everything's perfect at all times? [Verse 5] You left for Rome and Paris, France Came back home in a born-again trance You met me for lunch so late one day Out of breath with so much to say [Verse 6] We sat down together and I stared at your phone I squinted hard but could not feel your tone I looked on at endless two-inch frames Thinking, Christ, they're all the fucking same [Verse 7] What's beneath your glow and your gleam? What's not in the picture, baby? Are there scars somewhere on your skin? Are there more deeper you're hiding? [Verse 8] Tell me about when you were a kid Did someone you know drive off of a cliff? Did you get picked on by your big brother? What are you carrying, what are you smothering? [Verse 9] Is something crawling on you like bugs? Is something eating away at your guts? Is something slithering down in the drain? Is something swimming around in your veins? [Verse 10] You say that you're happy here in this place Staring off into Internet space Trying to hit a magic button Waking up lonely next to no one [Verse 11] Next to your laptop and your slick phone And your book of illogic poems You're my friend, you know that I love you Open up, babe, no I won't judge you [Verse 12] I'm an artist, it's all that I've got I know when I see one, and baby, you're not A poet knows that not much rhymes With everything's perfect at all times [Chorus] You say you're a poet, but I've not read a line Just seeing the notebook, the cover and spine You say you're a poet, but how much rhymes With everything's perfect at all times?