Presumably Dead Arm (617 Sessions)

Just to start this off
This isn't the start of anything
Just a song that I can sing to you
We're standing in a graveyard
A presumably dead arm popped through the grass
And who doesn't talk about that?

Honey, you are nothing to me
But alcohol and dopamine
I'm dying on the sofa and I barely know the time

But like an old man, say I reckon
I love you for a millisecond
But I don't wear a watch or Rolex
And my brain's a toddler
Rollerskating down a hill
I took a spill and ran into a tree
And suffered minor injuries

Honey, you are nothing to me
I don't call people anything thought to be so sweet

But I'm just being bitchy
'Cause nearly everyone skipped over me
On our Twilight hour meet and greet
One coffee table theater scene
One disregard the soaring chick back there in corner three
I'd rather let the poor kid sleep

But he's tripping balls
He's tripping testes
LSD, post-wisdom teeth
He got lost in the shower
And he barely knows the hour

I wanna know your passwords
Without changing them in preferences
And all the childhood streets
And deceased pets that they're referencing
And in the box I'll type
I'll know all the numbers to try
I wanna know the lyrics that you think of when you're high

I'm in love with strangers who I've never even seen
In love with weird cut bangs and sweaters swaying kind of awkwardly
And I'm in love with fresh air friends from overheated houses
'Til I Uber up a giant park and dump my body in my dorm bed

Honey, you are nothing to me
I don't call people anything thought to be so sweet
But the speech is coming back
With a vengeance it seems

And all these pretend spouses
Are a happy storybook
That will turn to stark non-fiction
In the time it took for me to notice that I'm old
Which means I'll be 30 and happy
Likely married to personified business casual khakis

And I'll forget about it
When I wake up late and stupid
I tried to tell the Uber Driver 'til he tried to hit it
I tried to tell myself because I've come this far along
Carrying my zombie arm to the 15th grade prom

Honey, you are nothing to me
I don't call people anything thought to be so sweet
The speech is coming back
With a vengeance it seems
The speech is coming back
With a vengeance it seems