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Taking back the red solo cup. I think I may have been channeling the National a little too hard on this one....
oh yeah and the last line is a reference to a Lorca poem
I tie my shoes while you’re on the phone
what do you know
what do you know about being alone
I lace my shoes while you watch TV
what do you know
what do you know about being alone
I tie my shoes while you touch yourself
what do you know
what do you know about getting old
with our kid on the table I try
to keep my shoes tied
with our kid on the table I try
to keep my shoes tied
we’re the new summer killers we
murder down our block with a stereos
and Solo cups brick walls are sinking
just like ships in this neighborhood
I see you walking with your headphones on and
you say you’re not having fun
take your shoes off baby we’ll go diving
through these shallow lawns
my heart’s shadow shaped like a pair of shoes