Deadlines Car Seat Headrest

"We were supposed to-" Yeah, I recall
I'm sorry, babe, I just got the call
It turns my stomach to disappoint you
I know the trouble that you must go to

It's from a place you can barely imagine
Far from the crowd and the ambulances
At my best, I have almost been there
Let me pretend that I know the way there

Here are words but they all taste like shit
And none of them make sense
And none of them sit, sit still
I don't even know if it'll be a single
I got no idea how it'll play on vinyl

I, I keep on working and I don't mind
But if I see you tonight, I might break down crying
Let me pretend that I'm in it deep
Let the right note hit me when I'm gettin' to sleep

(Oh, that's good, that's- that's so good, that's great)

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