[Verse 1]
You said you write in cursive when you get mad
And I don't care
You told me I should stand up to my dad when he's unfair
It's funny, I write lyrics like a child half a decade later
With no eraser
Because I've been stunted by how much 2008 hurt
I can't help but remember the song coming on in the heart of the mix
I told you it reminded me of being a child
Now it reminds me of this
"This" meaning two weird years of my life
Late and post-high school, tumultuous tidepool
A 1/5th life crisis where the stillness is just me keeping my cool
I'm 21 years old, and I've written many records that are really honest
But there's no context
No one has notes
So I tore my throat just for a mic check
My face was still red like October hunted from hands in my house
But it wasn't announced, not at that time
Outside of my rhymes, I was like a church-mouse
[Chorus]
And we both saw a movie one night
"Where the Wild Things Are," directed by Spike Jonze
It made me weep for a part of my life
I had since disowned, I had since disowned
You touched the hair on the back of my head
I shrugged you off
Where did you get the nerve?
Don't you ever touch the back of my head
Don't you ever remind me where the wild things were
[Verse 2]
One night I got a phone call that confirmed my whitest face
It seemed like for an hour or so in a tent, I'd been replaced
That's funny, I was so wrapped up in her
I rolled in yearning, my shroud of Turin
It all made my cries due to actual pain just seem like purring
And I'm addressing you when I sing "you"
You may or may not care
The listener isn't sure who's behind my door
But I know you're in there
So we have made amends and are sort of friends
What am I sore for?
It's my loose floorboards
I've got the past kept beneath me
And now it's springing upwards
They're gonna need cigar box after cigar box to bury them in
Skin upon skin, out in the yard
All the slabs and shards of the boys I've been
And then they'll ask, "What'll we do with the bones?"
You can leave them alone
Call the whole thing off
I don't need you or your murderous coup
You can leave them to lie unknown
And when the actual me is deceased, it will be dreary and big
Like the dreams of a kid, but that'll be it
And a box can fit all the songs I did
And if I'm really lucky, then people will listen
Or maybe they'll read, and will be agreed
Though my life was star-lit
These years were a pit of hurt for me
[Chorus]
And we both saw a movie one night
"Where the Wild Things Are," directed by Spike Jonze
It made me weep for a part of my life
I had since disowned, I had since disowned
You touched the hair on the back of my head
I shrugged you off
Where did you get the nerve?
Don't you ever touch the back of my head
Don't you ever remind me where the wild things were