Lindsey Kuper (lindseykuper) wrote,
Lindsey Kuper
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All I care about is writing one three-minute song this good

Last night, I talked to my boyfriend about nerdy things for an hour. Just like always.

I rode my bike by Everyday Music on the way home from Hawthorne. Just like always.

I thought about stopping there. Just like always.

And then I didn't stop. Just like always.

And then in the middle of the intersection I did stop and I turned around and went in there and got this Weakerthans album with this song on it that's had a piece of my head for about three years, and I went home and listened to it about fifteen times, and I'm taking this piece of my head back now, and letting go of this:

I don't know how to sing
I can barely play this thing
but you never seem to mind
and you tell me to fuck off
when I need somebody to
and you make me laugh so hard
How whole years refuse to stay
where we told them to -- bad dog,
locked up whining in a word
or a misplaced souvenir
How the past chews on your shoes
and these memories lick my ear
I know you might roll your eyes at this,
but I'm so glad that you exist
How we waste our precious time
marching in the picket lines
that surround those striking hearts
How the time is never "now",
and we know who we should love,
but we're never certain how
I know you might roll your eyes at this,
but I'm so glad that you exist
I know you might roll your eyes at this,
but I'm so glad that you exist
I know you might roll your eyes at this,
but I'm so glad that you exist

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