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Lancelot

The reason there's smog in Los Angeles is
'cause if we could see the stars
If we could see the context of the universe in which we exist
And we could see how small each one of us is
Against the vastness of what we don't know
No one would ever audition for a McDonalds commercial again
And then where would we be?

No frozen dinners and no TV
And is that a world we want to text in?
Either someone just microwaved popcorn
Or I hear the sound of a thousand people
pulling their heads out of their asses in rapid succession
The people are hunched over in Boston
They're starting app stores and screen printing companies in San Francisco
They're grinning in Los Angeles like they've got fishhooks in the corners of their mouth

But don't paint me like the good guy
'cause every time I write
I get to choose the angle that you view me
and select the nicest light
You wouldn't respect me
if you heard the typewriter chatter tap tap
Tapping through my mind at night
The same stupid tape loop of old sitcom dialogue
And tattered memories
of a girl I got to grind on in high school
Filed carefully on rice paper
My heart is a colored pencil
But my brain is an eraser
I don't want a real girl,
I want to trace her from a catalog
Truth be told I'm unlikely to hold you down
Cause my soul is a crowded subway train
And people keep deciding to get on the next one that rolls through town
I'm joining a false movement in San Francisco
I'm frowning and hunched over in Boston
I'm smiling in Los Angeles like I've got fishhooks in the corners of my mouth
And I'm celebrating on weekends
Because there are 7 billion 47 million people on the planet
And I have the audacity to think I matter
I know it's a lie but I prefer it to the alternative
Because I've got a tourniquet tied at my elbow
I've got A blunt wrap filled with compliments
and I'm burnin it
You say to go to sleep but I been bouncing off my bedroom walls
since I was hecka small
We're every age at once and tucked inside ourselves like Russian nesting dolls
My mother is an 8 year old girl
My grandson is a 74 year old retiree whose kidneys just failed
And that's the glue between me and you
That's the screws and nails
We live in a house made of each other
And if that sounds strange that's because it is
Someone please freeze time so I can run around turning everyone's pockets inside out
And remember, you didn't see shit

-Watsky

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