Modern Abrasive - Telethon

I’m on all fours crawling ‘round on a hardwood floor

I’m searching for a contact lens

I wish that I could say it’s the first time, but I just

Fired off a message, said «It happened again.»

And in between blind scans, I hold my face to my phone

And beg the stars that it says that you’re typing

A couple words of encouragement or at least understanding

But, alas, all that I’m reading is nothing

I’m focused on the way that you punctuate your sentences

Not anymore!

I hope it’s not too late

I hope that you can wait a few more hours

‘Til I get home

How am I supposed to get through?

While I’m here there’s not a lot I can do for you

How am I supposed to go on?

When the porch lights are all off and the shades are all drawn

It’s a seven minute drive from the mall to the condominium we share without

traffic

But the tricky thing regarding that metric is that there’s literally always

traffic

I’m carsick

I conjure up a primalesque scream from my seat

Narrowed in on the hitch of a Tacoma

So in the weeds with excuses that I don’t even notice

That I’m swerving ‘cross the lines in the road

I’m focused on the way that you punctuate your sentences

Not anymore!

I hope it’s not too late

I hope that you can wait a few more hours

‘Til I get home

Why’re these modern embraces so goddamn abrasive?

Modern abrasive, uh huh

Why’re these modern embraces so goddamn abrasive?

Modern abrasive, uh huh

Well, it’s not quite what you wanted

But all the I’s are dotted

Be a pain in the ass to return now that you got it

Oh, somehow you’ve forgotten

War is over if you want it

And it’s easy to see

Throw the caution tape up on it

The average human being lives for around 80 years

80 years

Chew on that

Get back to me sometime