Jeffrey Lewis & The Junkyard - If Life Exists (?) lyrics

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Jeffrey Lewis & The Junkyard - If Life Exists (?) lyrics

I think if life exists It's probably like this I had a common goal I caught a common cold I said when I get healthy I won't take it for granted And I really thought I meant it but I knew when I got better that I'd probably forget it Feeling fine wasn't worth a mention So I didn't pay attention And it seems that's just the way Its all easier said that done And it's not even easy to say And when I get back home I'll see what's left before I'd gone A thousand sheets of paper I'll see what they are later And then I've gotta roam And back and forth I've flown And when I get back home I'll see what's left before I've gone Two thousand sheets of paper I'll see what they are later Well it's hard to get too bored When you pick the right two chords And you keep on strumming As if you don't know what's coming Now I don't have a girlfriend and I wish I was more happy Now I have a girlfriend and I wish I was more happy Now I have two girlfriends and I wish I was more happy Now I have four girlfriends and I wish I was more happy And when I'm in an airplane I close my eyes and pretend That it's a rocket pointed straight down Shooting at the earth again Now I am more happy and I wish I was more happy If I was a little smarter If I worked a little harder But emotions in the brain They'll always be the same It's just chemicals and blob And what you've got is what you've got And you just apply it to whatever's pa**ing by it Just like the guitar pick that I could not keep in my grip It's like all the love I lose 'cos I could never fill the shoes But it's just because I have no feet And then I think every minute of every day I have a choice To wish things could be better or be glad things aren't be worse And maybe every minute of every day we have the choice To say, "Things could be better," or to say, "Things could be worse." And I think if life exists It's probably like this But it's hard to get too bored When you pick the right two chords And you keep on strumming As if you don't know what's coming And it seems that's just the way It's all easier said that done And it's not even easy to say