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People Are The Worst

by Cheap Meat

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1.

I always knew we had something good. From top to bottom. I love your bottom. You fix me better than fast food. Don’t need a quarter pounder Life’s better when i’m around her. Men built wonders of the world for less than this I’d buy your meal deal girl for just one kiss. I don’t think that i’m explaining How much the world would suck without you. I think it goes without saying I want to be the ball chained to you. Dance with me in the living room. I’m no Patrick Swayze But won't put you in the corner baby Can’t live a life without your spoon And other cutlery, doesn’t cut it for me. I don’t think that i’m explaining How much the world would suck without you. I think it goes without saying I want to be the ball chained to you. I don’t think that i’m explaining How much the world would suck without you. I think it goes without saying I want to be the ball chained to you. I don’t think that i’m explaining How much the world would suck without you. I think it goes without saying I want to be the ball chained to you.
2.
What’s your poison?  Hope you’ll tell me that it’s me. Let’s drink till we can’t feel Let’s live like we’ll always be.  
 If I could be the only one that gets in your head If I could be the only one that you know the best If I could be the only one that gets stuck in your head I could bring you pretzels and pop tarts in bed. 
 Won’t you take a chance on me  You know, I’m playing for keeps.  There’s nothing we couldn’t do.  Darling, I’d lay the smackdown for you.   If I could be the only one that gets in your head If I could be the only one that you know the best If I could be the only one that gets stuck in your head I could bring you pretzels and pop tarts in bed. The only one, the only one. If I could be the only one that gets in your head If I could be the only one that you know the best If I could be the only one! (That gets stuck in your head) If I could be the only one! (I could bring you pretzels and pop tarts in bed).
3.
I wish that you could make me feel Like I’m all you ever wanted  But I’m loose change in your pocket   I won’t consume all this sympathy  I’d rather be forgotten  Then the replacement that you brought in 
 There are hearts, and there are minds to be made up   And there will be other girls who want to be loved    
 I want to slow dance to power ballads  Sing karaoke to Van Halen’s greatest hits  I don’t care if you’re Pro Dave or Sammy   I’ll be your Eddie if you will be my Valerie   
 This is the year for my self-esteem  I’m changing for the better  Throwing out your letters  I used to listen to those playlists on repeat  Wilco into Whitesnake   Songs about heartbreak   
 I want to slow dance to power ballads  Sing karaoke to Van Halen’s greatest hits  I don’t care if you’re Pro Dave or Sammy   I’ll be your Eddie if you will be my Valerie   I want to slow dance to power ballads  Sing karaoke to Van Halen’s greatest hits  I don’t care if you’re Pro Dave or Sammy   I’ll be your Eddie if you will be my Valerie   I want to slow dance I want to slow dance I want to slow dance I want to slow dance
4.
Don’t make a habit of this  Being pulled through in reverse  A lack of common sense is  Killing your kindness like a curse  Keep making promises that  You can barely tip off your tongue  And your intonation is  Sending the wrong, wrong, wrong  
 Keep messing with my poor brain  Learning there’s lust, and that’s all there really is 
 Don’t make a habit of this  Fixing drinks and breaking hearts  A lack of common sense is What winds us back up at the start  Keep making promises like  We’re not serious but its love  Our only hope is that it  That it’ll soon be gone.   Keep messing with my poor brain  Learning there’s lust, and that’s all there really is  You, keep messing with my poor brain  Learning there’s lust, and that’s all there really is 
5.
6.
Pasodoble 03:30
We pasodoble And I lost my car You were quoting Tellison Quoting Freud and how he links the teeth to the heart. 
 Shouldn’t second guess me I’m not a gambling man, But I can sing Kenny Rogers and drink just as fast as you can. 
 Wanted to merengue I was falling apart.  Kept telling me to check out  eBooks on Veganism.  
 I couldn’t disappoint you My spirit already left  Sang karaoke to Hall and Oates’ Family Man  
 When it gets, to the point that you’re seeing double. Your contact lenses have dried out, and I have burst the bubble. Call me a crutch, but I’ll be the one to help you put the bottle down. When it gets, to the point that you’re seeing double. Your contact lenses have dried out, and I have burst the bubble. Call me a crutch, but I’ll be the one to help you put the bottle down. Down. Down. When it gets, to the point that you’re seeing double. Your contact lenses have dried out, and I have burst the bubble. Call me a crutch, but I’ll be the one to help you put the bottle down. Down. Down. We Pasodoble I lost my car You shouldn’t second guess me…
7.

I can taste the decay coming from the front row  Popcorn and the hotdogs that are filling a hole  Watching Silver Screens  Trying to Feel Happy.  Frame a photograph, a classic scene of regret  Long to be the centre third focussed in your lens  Chemical Impulses  Sending false hopes through my bones  
 A Marigold Moon  A Swiffer Sunset  A Marigold Moon  Oh clean my conscience   
 I’ve a city sensibility. I can hold my own.  Running my mouth like I’m in a marathon  The State of disrepair  Distance from here to there. I long to lose my self and focus in on the floor  Frailties and the cracks that run from here to the door  A permanent patient  Looking for the quickest fix  Send me home A Marigold Moon  A Swiffer Sunset  A Marigold Moon  Oh clean my conscience   And I can taste the bleach on your breath  Covering the old spice and cigarettes  And I can taste the bleach on your breath  Covering the old spice and cigarettes 
8.
Blasé 04:12
Every day, it’s a fight to keep from fading.  Since I found out, my parts will one day fail me.  I’m breaking up with the consequence of ageing.  Yes, I am told it’s Blasé I am being.  This feeling of getting old but never healing.  No warranty is going to save me.  
 I’m not feeling so self-assured  Haven’t felt like myself lately.  Second, guessing all of my words  Giving you pet names like baby.   
 If you’re the one, then I’m a zero surely.  No binary code was ever going to cure me.  Be my PUK code and come and unlock me. 
 I’m not feeling so self-assured  I’ve not felt like myself lately.  Second-guessing all of my words  Giving you pet names like baby.   Be my baby? Be my baby? Be my baby? With one fell swoop, you lost it. You flew too close and you flopped it. With one fell swoop, you lost it. You flew too close and you flopped it. I’m not feeling so self-assured  I’ve not felt like myself lately.  Second-guessing all of my words  Giving you pet names like baby.   Be my baby? Be my baby? Be my baby?
9.
I’m a sugar fix That you can’t get A drooling mouth A bitten mother tongue 
 You’re a cheap trick That one last kiss One “I just need this.” And i’ll feel right again. Yes I’ll feel right again. 
 Come pick me up. We’ll go paint the town. Turn me from half full to bottomed out. I’m seeing things, that I shouldn’t see The fix is in, and I’m the jury.  Woah oh, ooo, ooo! Woah oh.
 I’m pouring out words That I’ve only heard In newspaper columns And on your Tumblr.  You’re making signs That I recognise. A come here eye A pop of bubble gum A pop of bubble gum 
 Come pick me up. We’ll go paint the town. Turn me from half full to bottomed out. I’m seeing things that I shouldn’t see. The fix is in, and I’m the jury.  
 I’m the ironic slogan On your T-Shirt Hoping that you notice I wrote such clever words. Come pick me up. We’ll go paint the town. Turn me from half full to bottomed out. I’m seeing things that I shouldn’t see. The fix is in, and I’m the jury.   Woah oh, ooo, ooo! Woo! A pop of bubblegum A pop of bubblegum
10.
My skin crawls  From collect calls  I’ve been charging to my brain  The forum trolls  Who go for worts and all  Name a price, and I would pay 
 I want discontent to ring in my own head.  Long to be a love song reject. I want discontent and if you’re willing to sell it.  I’ve got a power-pop song and a cheap trick that can’t lose.   If you’d sing my tune.   My head hurts  And I’ve been making it worse  Filling it with ideals  Making my way through  Morning commute Paul McKenna can’t save me.
 Sick of hearing ‘how’s the weather there?’  Sick of feigning care, ‘No, I really care!’  Wishful thinking, wishful thinking. Sick of saying ‘what’s a boy to do?’  Sick of saying ‘I’ve got a point to prove’  Wishful thinking, Wishful thinking.
 I want discontent to ring in my own head. Long to be a love song reject. I want discontent and if you’re willing to sell it.  I've got a power-pop song and a cheap trick that can’t lose.   If you’d sing my tune. 
 My skin crawls  From collect calls  I’ve been charging to my brain  The forum trolls  Who go for worts and all  Name a price, and I would pay I want discontent to ring in my own head. Long to be a love song reject. I want discontent and if you’re willing to sell it.  I've got a power-pop song and a cheap trick that can’t lose.   If you’d sing my tune.  It’s you I write about, all these songs and all these words.  My life would really suck without you They help me figure out how to make sense of this world. If I could be the only boy It’s you I write about, all these songs and all these words.  I wanna slow dance They help me figure out how to make sense of this world.  My poor brain It’s you I write about, all these songs and all these words. We Pasodoble They help me figure out how to make sense of this world.

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released January 29, 2021

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