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 okay if I recorded the sound of you

Throwing our shit around downstairs

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

Would it be okay 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 okay if I gave up

Move 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 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