Presumably Dead Arm - Audiotree Live Version

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
 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
 Like an old man's say I reckon
 I love you for a millisecond
 But I don't wear a watch or Rolex
 And my brain's a toddler
 Roller skating 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
 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
 Till I Uber up a giant park
 And dump my body in my apartment
 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
 All these pretend spouses
 Are a happy story book
 That all turn to stark nonfiction
 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 till he tried to hit it
 I tried to tell myself because I've come this far along
 Carrying my zombie arm to 17th 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