Slow Show

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Standing at the punch table swallowing punch
Can’t pay attention to the sound of anyone
A little more stupid, a little more scared
Every minute more unprepared

I made a mistake in my life today
Everything I love gets lost in drawers
I want to start over, I want to be winning
Way out of sync from the beginning

I wanna hurry home to you
Put on a slow, dumb show for you
And crack you up

So you can put a blue ribbon on my brain
God I’m very, very frightened
I’ll overdo it

Looking for the somewhere to stand and stay
I leaned on the wall and the wall leaned away
Can I get a minute of not being nervous
And not thinking with my dick

My leg is sparkles, my leg is pins
I better get my shit together, better gather my shit in
You could drive a car through my head in five minutes
From one side of it to the other

I wanna hurry home to you
Put on a slow, dumb show for you
And crack you up

So you can put a blue ribbon on my brain
God I’m very, very frightened
I’ll overdo it

You know I dreamed about you
For twenty-nine years, before I saw you
You know I dreamed about you
I missed you for
For twenty-nine years

You know I dreamed about you
For twenty-nine years, before I saw you
You know I dreamed about you
I missed you for
For twenty-nine years

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