Poorly Written Joke Lyrics

It's come to my attention

That when I feel the earth

So wobbly beneath my feet

It keeps me far more placid

Compared to when a sense

Of steadiness surrounds me

I've kind of trapped myself in

A poorly written Joke

A part of me half-expecting you

To "meet me in Montauk"

Don't want to get untangled

How empty life would seem

Had I not had to strive

For the chance to be redeemed

There's something so attractive

About this ceaseless mess

I hardly expect to convalesce

And all potential prospects

Or meanings I can bear

Will dissipate into thin air

I'll sink within the comfort

Of the vaguest kind of hope

Where nothing new can reach me

And it's always past o'clock

It's hard to come to terms with

This nasty kind of bruise

But once it's done you know

There's very little left to lose