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lirik lagu dirt squirrel – the woolly mammoth project

there’s a family of mice living in my car and i’m slowly trying to k!ll them off and so far
i don’t have the stomach for it, and once again, i’ll call you when the popcorn hits

the best of intentions, well we can’t live on those
we’ve only got so many more ‘‘i’ll do it tomorrows’’

no, i’d never eat them but i sure do want to beat them
at this point, it’s gone too far
and i’ll have to get a brand new car

navigating mounds of yesterday’s threads, fills you up to the brim with dread
i’ll throw you a preserver, thank god you’re no deserter
but god knows how you’re sticking it out, god knows
god knows how you’re sticking this out

chorus:
and something’s gotta break it seems, i swore i’d have figured this sh-t out by 30
it’s all piling up in reams of paper and plastic and boxes and bins
and something’s gotta break it seems, i thought i’d have figured this all out by 30
my bag is ripping at the seams and don’t you help me help me pick up the pieces
don’t help me help me pick up the pieces

the kids are all commenting on my unmatched socks
and a kempt appearance is a total afterthought
i’m still bracing for the aftershock
and i’ve lost every single bra i’ve ever owned

we can always come right back to what matters to us most
notice the breath and the sensations in this temporary host
well nourished and well travelled with support everywhere
we could but we don’t bother with the state of our hair

and i can rationalize til there’s cake on my face
but the pang is growing as the pan’s misplaced
pull the curtain back, it’s starting to show
the leaks and the spills and the crack i know
the leaks and the spills and the dirt

chorus

the wardrobe’s puking out your compression shorts
cats hiding socks, building stocks, sneaky cohorts
the goat cheese always ends up a skunky green mess
although i don’t eat the lettuce in the fridge, i confess

sweep the kitchen every week whether it needs it or not
cat food squished between my toes, still my breakfast i sought
life does not exist before the coffee fouls my breath
i’ll stalk around with no pants, though i may catch my death

i swear i’m trying to be the very best version of me
but it’s crumbling faster than leaning the tower of my old cds
you’re a far far better person than i can ever give you credit for
maybe i could start with a thank you song or by closing that darn fridge door

and there’s a family of squirrels living in my hair and i’m slowly trying to get them out of there
but i don’t have the heart to evict, and anyways they’ve never done a thing to deserve it
i guess i kinda hope they stick
i kinda hope they stick

- the woolly mammoth project

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