Tiny Glowing Screens Part 2

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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 comedian who croaked?

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

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

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

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

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

And is that a world we want to text in?

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

The people are hunched over in Boston

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

Tapping through my mind at night

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

My heart is a colored pencil

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

Cause my soul is a crowded subway train

And people keep deciding to get on the next one that rolls through town
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I’m joining a false movement in San Francisco
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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
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And I’m celebrating on weekends
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Because there are 7 billion 47 million people on the planet

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

My mother is an 8 year old girl

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

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

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