The Conversationalist Lyrics

Another party reaches its precipice

I still can't be bothered to make sense of it

The look I caught you stealing from the side

I would ask your name if I had the time

I'm not that pathetic, I'm just apathetic these days

When they call for partly cloudy I'm always caught in the rain

I call you honey but it leaves a sour taste

Misery is company

And the taste of terpenes

Or you could settle for that weak, old wine

Let's cut through to the root of the conversation

Do you wanna fall in love or just see me naked

Am I just filling holes that you hate to see vacant

Or am I just jaded

You'd be pressed to find a place I'd rather less be

Than a public pool in central Tennessee

I'm not really sure if we should leave

Cause we've had a few drinks and that's when you like me

You could call it love or empathy

It all feels the same to me

I just wanna keep a little distance

There's two ways to see me different

And now the party spills outside

You sip your liquid courage and search for your stride (you gotta drive!)

Let it slip "have you been ignoring me

Or are you just that scared of something forming"

The conversation slips through the palm of my hands

And it cracks cement when it lands

You land a glance like a lightning strike

And I swear to god I feel it twice

You'd be pressed to find a place I'd rather less be

Than a public pool in central Tennessee

I'm not really sure if we should leave

Cause we've had a few drinks and that's when you like me

You could call it love or empathy

It all feels the same to me

I just wanna keep a little distance

There's two ways to see me different