Vegas

Crying hard in an arena in Vegas Watching my middle school favorite band And I don’t think I like them anymore What happened to it all feeling so good Grinding coffee while the bus breaks down Iowa grass and motor oil on my shirt I was a kid reading in a bunk bed How did everything go to shit I met the Tweedys and I learned to die Saw Miley Cyrus and the Thor guy Oh that’s his brother I can’t recover I’m counting to 100,005 Josh said ‘hey man what are your goals’? I said this, and to make it on Pitchfork He seemed concerned and now I get it I thought I’d never play guitar again I’ll swing a hammer and learn to fish Maybe do some heady installation type shit Some water tower tape hiss concréte Build an earth bow in a ditch I got an email on the job site john Put Moby Dick on the cassette adapter And now I’m at the 40 Watt with my old friends Timm’s going on about the same old shit Smiling about Craigslist Missed connections I missed their faces And I missed pushing cases Angel’s got a new band, And I’ve got my old electric I’ll ask Oli again, what’s it mean to be a dialectic