Normal, IL Lyrics

I'm covered in marks.

Bites. Ticks. Scars.

Stains. Torn up fabric.

My pockets are full of receipts and wrappers and

Remnants of things that I still have to deal with.

Would it be ok if I recorded the sound of you throwing our shit around downstairs?

Would it be ok to smash a dish if I beg forgiveness immediately?

Would it be ok to wander off.

I'll take the shitty car.

I'll leave the credit cards.

Drive to the midwest.

Sleeping at rest stops.

Play jazz on the sidewalks for gas money.

We could move to Normal, Illinois.

Would it be ok if I gave up.

Moved into a bunker underground.

Hunker down with canned goods and musty blankets.

After a week or two we would know what to do

We would have to, try it again.

Pin up your hair.

Bundle the papers, make a bag of shoes, and frozen tobacco.

We can't sublet this.

Who would respond to the ad?

Who would fix the porch?

Who would find the drawer of cushions.

We need the cushions now.

Maybe we need to move to Normal, Illinois.

Cancel the plans.

We'll drive to the city.

I'll feed the meter, you order paninis, tell em no lettuce.

I'll turn the radio off

When it starts to upset us.

I'll just listen to you.

Nothing to think through.

We'll drive slow.

I never sent the text you told me to send.

I found a figurine

that reminded me of myself

A soldier on a surfboard.

It only can move when the surface is smooth.

All the same feelings are coming around again.

Raining down again.

Seeping into the bag of shoes again.

We could move again to Normal, Illinois.