Single Mothers - Marbles lyrics

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Single Mothers - Marbles lyrics

I'm losing all of my marbles Someone put a hole in this old bag So if I start stumbling, don't be startled I'm just trying to get back some of my things Oh, familiar disorientation Unfamiliar faces keep on buying all my drinks Tryin' to talk about Mann and Miller Well, your bookshelf doesn't impress me I don't care about your first editions I don't care about your typewriter ribbon I don't care about your punctuation Puncture wounds you've been trying to inflict me with 'Cause I'm a hypocrite And I'm okay with it I'm so self-aware that it's crippling At least I don't pretend my whole life's held together by bookends She's all like "Blah blah blah blah..." Something about McSweeney's Something about her thesis Something about its meaning Something about, whatever Something like,"Why do you gotta be so mean?" 'Cause I don't care about your first editions I don't care about your typewriter ribbon I don't care about your punctuation Puncture wounds you've been trying to inflict me with 'Cause I'm a hypocrite And I'm okay with it I'm so self-aware that it's crippling At least I don't pretend my whole life's held together by bookends He's got pa**ion and penmanship A BA in the soft sciences And I'm just a dropout without a clue At least I'm not incubated