Groundhog Day Songtext

They've never seen the blood shot
Freeze its fever on us
Over Mos, that he thinks
That I need to be admonished
I got a Master's Degree-
He thinks I speak ebonics
No degree, but married
The owner's niece's daughter
They're on some hipster ____
Worship on some vegan altar

My pop won a trophy-
Needs to be but polished
My uncle passed away
Without the slightest reason for it
And I was gone and missed his viewing
On some selfish ____
The only absentee-
I won't forgive myself for it
Regrets so festive With a goal to lead a sheep to slaughter
Used to living life with purpose,
Now I'm sleeping longer
Used to grow and stay in green
At least a season longer
But the peak at summer
Stopped peaking in receded corners

[Chorus:]
I can hear my upstairs neighbor
Holding down a crying baby
Everybody starts a family;
I can't even pay my heating

Yeah, when I'm forty-six,
Middle-aged and lifeless
And can't escape the fate
Of age and middle crisis,
That's when I'll think about my daddy
In his jet-black … Fontana-locked
Ron Burgundy mustache
Back when he and momma
Really loved each other
Before the therapists and silence
And the run-for-cover

I love my brothers,
But now it's like
We don't know each other
We'd take a bullet,
But can't take the time to phone each other

Overheard this guy screaming
'You know that I love her'
She thinks it's cold feet;
I just don't want her to suffer
I know I trust her
But what if I was unfaithful
I've seen this ____ too many times in life
And it's painful
Ain't like I'm ungrateful;
I'm just unstable
She's feeling like she's running out of time
For the baby
And I want a baby
But I can't imagine how I'd ever raise
Another life to thrive with this baggage

[Chorus 2:]
If this life gets any colder,
They might forecast snow tomorrow
Everything I love feels empty
Nothing speaks to me but TV

[Breakdown:]
Yeah,
I'm colder than I've ever been
This city sidewalk rips away your second skin
I don't belong here- I wasn't born here
Foreign transplant, been gone for four years
That's four years too long
And four nephews born
That kinda-sorta know me from a song
And random Jpegs,
They want me back home
Here's King David sinking
In the folly of his wrongs
Rising at the sun's song,
Setting at the same
Fickle friends forgetting
And remembering your name
Gradual decline in loss of innocence and shame
With wrinkles on your skin,
They say the mirror is to blame

The past begins rewinding
'Til it gets you in the frame
Divine, the past,
It had no common lineage or plane
It's the pictures of a stained-glass window
On a silver screen
And some cathedral in a city that you never see
It's vague resemblance to an image
That you'll never be
And pays the pennants for the plans
You never meant to keep
It's the grey fog that settles under kitten's feet
And flips the weatherman a finger
While the city sleeps
It's the blatant loss of sympathy that pity keeps
And it's the pace your heart, when dying,
All and still it beats
Little forecast stayed for the rest of the night
It's cold and dark
And will last you the rest of your life