Reade McCardell - That's Not What We're Here To Talk About lyrics

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