Nowhere Special

Lyrics for Nowhere Special

Uh, can we kill the, can we kill the click? There's still a lil' latency situation, I'll just do a non-thinkin' thinkin' I'm already late for the bungalow meetin' to explain Why it's been nearly four years since they've heard anything And now that the time and the money is out, or pretty much out They feel like they should know what this whole thing's about, and I get it I'll slur my city words into the mind grinder microphone My skull isn't soft anymore, it has cracks in it like a floor This stuff just leaks out now wherever it wants to, in cars, with kids In front of my brother and sister, let's just keep goin' in loops 'Cause I've got nowhere to be, nowhere, nowhere special I've got nowhere to be, nowhere, nowhere special I've got nowhere to be, I've got nowhere to be I've got nowhere to be, nowhere, nowhere special Don't make me cry in the back of a black car I don't care where we're goin', just keep goin' and goin' in loops There's still some kinda low latency slippage And it knocks me off my teeth and I get sound-sick and sound schizophrenic You know what? I love you for sayin' yes when you know I don't believe it All that shoutin' across the pool and all that talk of affection I'll slur your slishy words into my mind grinder kiosk So we can spend most of the time goin' out to lunch against our will I found a new way to clear out an old mood Why do I let it get to me? Go ahead and have another breakthrough, uh-huh You'll become an art project in a blue pleated skirt Standin' on a drop cloth, lift the thing up Down goes the blood and down goes my career as a Catholic You're gonna lose your cool if we keep revisin' this Let's start over, latency's gettin' in front of me now It knocks me off my rhythm, and it messes with my glow A bat can haul our recordin' equipment into the woods I know we shouldn't, but I feel like we should It's not a novel on a plane, it's not an after-party pinnacle You know there's no lust for it in here, there's no place for lust Write it on a baseball until the white skin runs out Your life's entirely optional, we're goin' for honesty spirals Highlighted oily areas that really rewire your linear melon I beg for your attention, I never command it, look at me, look at me, look at me I got another new credit card from some Silicon-Valley vulture And a vat of Vaseline to slip into our sleepy souls with We'll smear it on a mirror in a queer cursive slant We'll get a shitty hotel where you can open your heart, and you can explain it to me In a thin red pen on a yellowin' leaf Are we ever gonna talk? Are we ever gonna ignore it? The way that you avoid my eyes and how it destroys me I want to believe in this one little fantasy What is it for you? Because this frazzled my guts I've got nowhere to be I've got nowhere to be, nowhere, nowhere special I've got nowhere to be, nowhere, nowhere special I've got nowhere to be, I've got nowhere to be I've got nowhere to be, nowhere, nowhere special In a language of containment, we let our lips get electric And slide our teeth along the lines we never meant to mention Dry mouth, take a bow before we compromise to death Good drugs and goldfish are the best parts of both of us Good chance of rain between patches of sun Is one of the all-time greatest weather reports, isn't it? I guess it goes without sayin', it goes without sayin' It's way too hot to hold hands Had to get my nails outta my hair because my dream has all been real I'm hung up on you, you know what? We should get away I can get you in a pick-up I can take you to the house we almost never built by mistake We can go campin' inside Indian caves, I can put your legs on my makeup table I don't know where to be, I've got nowhere special I've got nowhere to be, nowhere, nowhere special I've got nowhere to be, I've got nowhere to be I've got nowhere to be, nowhere, nowhere special I'll slur my city words into the mind grinder microphone This stuff leaks out wherever it wants to, in cars, with kids Don't make me cry in the back of a black car I don't care where we're goin' There's still some kinda low latency slippage It knocks me off my teeth and I sound sick and schizophrenic You know what? You know what? I love you And all that shoutin' across the pool and talk of affection I'll slur your slishy words, I found a new way to clear out my old mood 'Cause you've become an art project in a pleated skirt standin' on a drop cloth Down goes the blood, start over A bat can haul our recordin' equipment into the woods I know we shouldn't, but I feel like we should