Jiminy

[Verse 1]

Get lost in the dead of the night where once I lived on Grand Street

Deaf from Chucks on bones crushed white

New Brooklyn bows before me

Soak it all in and let it run deep

Glory in delusion

I can picture us

Waltz in the ruins of this wilted gray contusion

Sometimes, when she’s far and I’m drunk

I clutch her like a compass

Never thought of being anything but quixotic and self-conscious

Some ache to guide your hand, to pull out of the socket

I’m the cricket that lets you burn while I smolder in your pocket

[Chorus]

You’re in my fat

I store you there to keep me warm in frigid air

I need my smack

You’re in my veins

Free the Jew they kept in chains

I’m suffused with all you are

I’ll always be a bastard star

You’re in my heart

You're in my heart

[Bridge]

Could it be in our wank of shame that we’re clutching the same member?

Don’t you ever pretend to smile and find you’ve actually done it?

Now you’re informed; we kinda run it and that’s just fine

Plummet beak-first into acid washed entitlement

You might just find a socialist feeding off the fumes of an aging pop-punk vocalist

So destroy our LP if you know what’s good for me

So destroy our first LP if you know what’s good for me

[Chorus]

You’re in my fat

I store you there to keep me warm in frigid air

I need my smack

You’re in my veins

Free the Jew they kept in chains

I’m suffused with all you are

I’ll always be a bastard star

You’re in my heart

You're in my heart