“You are here.”
But I fear I’m just as lost.
If you get my sense of humor, why’d you call?
Looting fries off my friend’s soon-to-be ex,
Well you seem right for a club that could use a good laugh.
We could stay awhile, kneel to neon love.
Working out who’s better [at] going first,
Your resin eye slid down a giant lens, wondering,
“Tell me the one about your silver screen.”
But I’d like to know how much you hate your favorite show,
And what you’ve become in the past few years.
Hang on, while I wait in line at the dive, buying time,
Loitering with the face of a Double Presley, mid-draw.
Do you ever wonder what they’d say of us?
And what were we to tell our worried moms?
Brillobox belongs to you & I,
Where acid-trip art films are flashing by.
As my leg fell asleep, in a buzzing room
Of friends, all incomplete, guaranteed fools
All Lemon Drop’d; forgot your birthday song.
As they sing to you, I wish for paint on our walls.
Three years in, should I be pacing less?
For all the nights spilled out into shallow ends,
Wringing out our friends for their side of it,
Won’t someone tell me the one about the two of us again?
But I’d like to know if you feel the same,
Or if I was a part of the wish I thought you made,
While I wait now in line, at the pace of the register,
Waving my dwindling empire
At the dude who thought we’re mad,
Wishing us, “Good night,”
from The Victory Garden
released April 22, 2017
Patrick Burke – Slide Guitar, Bass Guitar
Megan Cox – Cello, Violin
Andrew Kuhar – Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Bass Guitar, Piano
Nicholas Kuhar – Drums, Tambourine
Lyrics by Andrew Kuhar & Nicholas Kuhar
Recorded by Paul Hamann & The Commonwealth
w/ Additional Recording by Dave Piatek
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