Blind Date ft. Fried Monk Lyrics

I'm on that twelve month delay, life of an artist

I spend time with my recordings by never belonging

Stopped sleeping in the morning, I don't set alarms

It feels natural, we should probably stop with the porn

Would you rather lock doors or drop jaws?

Duck a comfort zone, I know all my butterflies' moms

Scattered thunderstorms, I could write a hundred bad songs

Only one of them's not really so bad after all, hypothetical

Call me whatever'll do it

I save my breath for the music

Penciled in myself on the mound

I hit the first 7 batters, sent a massage around

I like movies from the 70s now

School's out

Directorial debut's on the marquee

Only drink coffee on the weekends, I'm starving

I feel like Chinaski in the post office

I keep a memoir under each pillow

Waking up sweating in a hoodie no kidding

Turn the show off, lookie lookie no mittens

Lucky that my dreams scare me into being bolder when I zig zag

Bishop or a tin man

Misanthropic antihero, cinefile villain

By the third act they still haven't met formally

If we ever meet I like my angels vivacious

Even though half of me's frozen like the groceries

Socially, low & behold, we're all acquainted now

Noticing the pattern in a pitter patter rain sound

Is similar to pads on the hardwood

Facedown on a Friday

All i really know is keep working like blind dates

(Keep working like blind dates)

(Keep working like blind dates)

You don't even know what you look like

I don't even know what you look like

You don't even know

Wait, I don't

You don't even know what you look like

You don't even know what we look like

My bad

Second verse is still me

Fried demo in the drop box at one or two or three

I hit Monk on a Friday and told him bout my week in the form of an mp3

Is this me?

Is that weird?

Is this free?

What that is if i can't share it with everybody?

I walk amongst scary shadows and ball bearings

Origami bones, I see creases in your epidermis

Growing pains are coming

You can miss me with the epidural

Hydroponics yield more but something feels off with not giving them soil if its available

We don't do shortcuts

It looks like you stole your tour bus

I saw your balance sheet and almost threw up

Your liabilities are screwed up, priorities too

I know feeling all alone but not wanting to move

That's when self interest deserves a boost

Shoot, I've got a blind date in a few

If I'm late it's on you