Tiny Glowing Screens Part 2

Em7   C        Bm   Em

[Verse]
        Am
There’s 7 billion 46 million people 
on the planet

And most of us have the audacity to 
think we matter
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Hey, you hear the one about the 
                        C
comedian who croaked?

Someone stabbed him in the heart, 
just a little poke
               Bm                
But he keeled over ‘cause he went 
into battle wearing chain mail made 
 Em
of jokes
Am
Hey, you hear the one about the 
screenwriter who passed away?
He was giving elevator pitches and 
                               C
the elevator got stuck halfway
     D             Em7   
He ended up eating smushed 
sandwiches they pushed through a 
               C
crack in the door

And repeating the same crappy 
screenplay idea about talking dogs 
'til his last day
     Bm                        
Hey, you hear the one about the 
                        Em
fisherman who passed?
               Am
He didn’t jump off that ledge

He just stepped out into the air and
 pulled the ground up towards him 
really fast
Like he was pitching a line and went
                C     D
 fishing for concrete
         Em7                       
The earth is a drum and he’s 
       C
hitting it on beat

The reason there’s smog in Los 
Angeles is ‘cause if we could see 
the stars
                           Bm
If we could see the context of the 
universe in which we exist
                 Em             Am
And we could see how small each one 
of us is

Against the vastness of what we 
don’t know
No one would ever audition for a 
                      C
McDonalds commercial again
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D             Em7
And then where would we be?
          C
No frozen dinners and no TV

And is that a world we want to text 
in?

Either someone just microwaved 
popcorn
             Bm                  
Or I hear the sound of a thousand 
people pulling their heads out of 
       Em                Am
their asses in rapid succession

The people are hunched over in 
Boston

They’re starting app stores and 
screen printing companies in San 
Francisco
            C             D       
They’re grinning in Los Angeles 
           Em7
like they’ve got fishhooks in the 
corners of their mouth
   C
But don’t paint me like the good guy
 ‘cause every time I write
I get to choose the angle that you 
                        Bm
view me and select the nicest light
                                 Em
You wouldn’t respect me if you 
                        Am
heard the typewriter chatter tap tap

Tapping through my mind at night

The same stupid tape loop of old 
sitcom dialogue
And tattered memories of a girl I 
C            D         Em7
got to grind on in high school
                         C
Filed carefully on rice paper

My heart is a colored pencil

But my brain is an eraser
I don’t want a real girl, I want to 
                Bm
trace her from a catalogue
              Em                   
Truth be told I’m unlikely to hold 
Am
you down

Cause my soul is a crowded subway 
train

And people keep deciding to get on 
the next one that rolls through town
             C          D         
I’m joining a false movement in 
  Em7
San Francisco
                              C
I’m frowning and hunched over in 
Boston

I’m smiling in Los Angeles like I’ve
 got fishhooks in the corners of my 
mouth
                    Bm
And I’m celebrating on weekends
                       Em     
Because there are 7 billion 47 
 Am
million people on the planet

And I have the audacity to think I 
matter
I know it’s a lie but I prefer it to
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 the alternative
                 D       Em7
Because I’ve got a tourniquet tied 
at my elbow
                      C
I’ve got a blunt wrap filled with 
compliments and I’m burnin it
You say to go to sleep but I been 
bouncing off my bedroom walls since 
        Bm
I was hecka small
                              Em   
We’re every age at once and tucked 
inside ourselves like Russian 
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nesting dolls

My mother is an 8 year old girl

My grandson is a 74 year old retiree
 whose kidneys just failed
           C          D            
And that’s the glue between me and 
Em7
you

That’s the screws and nails
           C
We live in a house made of each 
other

And if that sounds strange that’s 
because it is
        Bm                         
Someone please freeze time so I can
                    Em        
 run around turning everyone’s 
           Am
pockets inside out