Keyboard

[Intro]

"Good evenin' ya'll, welcome to the Fuzzy Doggy"

[Verse 1]

Yeah, he saw a lot of shit and talked a lot of shit

He tried to stay on top of it but did the opposite

And when it started comin' apart

The poor man thought he did the obvious

And hopped inside a tour van

He was a roadie for your favorite indie-what band

Big enough to make the cool kids say: "Fuck them"

He was a sucker sellin' merch for the summer

Thought it sounded fun and it made a little bread 'n butter

"I love ya," the last words heard as the bus pulls away from the curb (From the curb)

As it pulled on the 94 he forgot about the line and the crime and the times before

Already missed her, bitch-made, lift her, switchblade, pull her, ribcage, quivers

Leave a message, chokin' on the vocals

Callus on the finger he uses to dial the mobile

A week into it he was a freak, he knew it

A nervous wreck, couldn't sleep, couldn't do shit

He hadn't heard from her in a couple days

"What? You too busy? C'mon, give me a fuckin' break"

You want an explanation

'Cause right now you feelin' just a little exploitation

Phone call found home in a sound

Calm down now, don't let the walls all fall down now

[Break: Spoken]

You are teaching yourself to play the keyboard?

What kind of bullshit is that? Oh, are you for real?

That's why you didn't call me back?"

[Verse 2]

Well alright

Just try to make it through the tour alive

Soon enough you get to drive up 35

Gotta survive a little more time on the road

Before you get to go home to your life

And when the shit looks familiar, you know it didn't kill ya

Just more dirt in the filter

When you get up in the house

You can sit her on the couch

And show her what it's really all about now

[Break: Spoken]

And maybe she will serenade you (Play me something)

With a song that she wrote for you (Yeah, yeah, show me- play me somethin')

Because she missed you (Play me somethin!)

And she loves you, right?

[Verse 3]

Honey, I'm home! But your shit's all gone

And you're gone too, yo, this shit's all wrong

She packed up and moved out

Bagged up and flew out the nest

Like that, she had to track up a new route

What? She took the keyboard

It's for the best

She'll need something to do when she gets depressed

And when you get upset

You can spend your breath

Lookin' out the window waitin' for her footsteps

And not a single dream goes by

Without the pretty little fingers making notes fly

Middle of the night, tryin' to sleep

But you hear her at the front door fuckin' with her keys

[Chorus]

Now she thinks of you when she plays those keys

She knows which notes she ain't write on her own

There's no way to make her wait and stay lonely

But maybe someday your baby might have a home

Now she thinks of you when she plays those keys

She knows which notes she ain't write on her own

There's no way to make her wait and stay lonely

But maybe someday your baby might have a home

Now she thinks of you when she plays those keys

She knows which notes she ain't write on her own

There's no way to make her wait and stay lonely

But maybe someday your baby might have a home

[Chorus 2]

When I hear her songs, it makes the sun shut down

It doesn't come back 'til she goes away

I wait until the day she don't come around

And I listen to the sound of no more to say

[Outro]

"I got nothing to say to you. For real

I'm gonna get off the phone now. Yeah. Have a good night" (Night, night, night, night, night, night, night, night, night, night, night, night, night, night, night, night, night, night, night, night, night, night)