That's Not What We're Here To Talk About Lyrics

Reade Mccardell That's Not What We're Here To Talk About

I envy you
I guess I envy you
Like I envy Maira Kalman and Dave Eggers too
It's really admiration

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That's not what we're here to talk about
I'm feeling unsettled
I've a limited scope
I've a limited palette

The strangest thing I can conjure up is a man sweating honey reading aloud to a guillotine raft below skies of sand

Well, that's comprised of familiar elements
Mothers, fathers, Vienna sausages

I can see my mouth in my forehead
I can see my mouth in my forehead
I've a raspberry cheese doughnut stick
I'm going to wash it down with milk

(The sores on my back and neck leave stains on the sheets and pillow cases)

Oh to be tortured and, so, torture
But that's not what we're here to talk about