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Six pack, thirty rack, brick wall
I’m gonna drink them all
I hate myself in a way
I hate myself every day
Flag fights, blue and white, red stripe
The animals are right
There’s got to be another way
There’s got to be a better way
But you don’t really talk to him now
He’s just a costume that you once wore
You don’t really talk to him now
Don’t think about him ‘til you’re falling on the floor
And you’re crawling on the floor
You don’t really talk anymore
Spend your time looking at books about New York from the 1990’s
But you know it’s not the same anymore
And all your friends, every single one of them
They’re unavailable, they’re obsessed
With taking pictures of their children
They’ve got one foot out the door
They were born with one foot out the door
And you don’t really talk to them now
You’re like a postcard that they can hang
You don’t really talk to them now
Unless they call you to lethargically complain
To make fun of the old gang
You don’t really talk anymore
One time, I remember, you told me
I was like a child who was too smart for the lesson
But still didn’t learn anything
You were my boyfriend then
Six pack, thirty rack
When are you gonna come back and be my boyfriend again?
Come back and be my boyfriend again.
As far as indie albums in the 2010's and beyond go, this is one of the most cohesive and emotive albums I've experienced looking back on it and is Jay Som's best album tokyonoir