The Birdwatchers - Tuxedo T-Shirt

Make it seem like you tried
It's a real tuxedo t-shirt
Graphics and faded white
It's a well-worn kind of night
But trouble's in the air
Maybe it's the humidity
Certainly makes my hair
Ignore directions
And I see no reason for being
You wouldn't believe the awful things I could say

Alone, the unlit street
West of Ash and probably
There's no predicting everything
There's no predicting everything
I don't see you sexually
But hopefully eventually
There's no predicting everything
There's no predicting anything at all

It's all gone in a day
It's an unforgiving weekend
I can't resist the rest
Sunday's for the chores
And I need a minute now
Cause I'm out of medication
I really need it
I just forgot to make the call

And I see no way out of this one
We gave it our best but didn't get very far
And I see no one on the horizon
Cause there's no surprising me with my eagle eyes

Alone, the unlit street
West of Ash and probably
There's no predicting everything
There's no predicting everything
I don't see you sexually
But hopefully eventually
There's no predicting everything
There's no predicting anything at all

And I need a second now
It's a real tuxedo t-shirt
Graphics and faded white
It's a well-worn kind of night
But trouble's in the air
(But there's trouble splitting water)
Maybe it's the cool temperature
(God, send another plague)
Certainly makes my hair
(The locusts in the valley)
Stand at attention
(Devour and decay)

Written by:
Keego Gross

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