Hipster Crises (aka Disenfranchised Octopus) (a song) in E minor

(Verse 1)
He's just not healthy anymore and he's just not ever happy
And he's just not interested in coming over for a cup of tea
He slumps a little when he walks and slurs a little when he talks
And he's just not strong enough to make the time to spend with me

(Bridge 1)
And he's forgotten all about me
And he's forgotten all about himself
And he fumbles at his car keys
Like a disenfranchised octopus

(Chorus)
Don't carry me at all if you can't bear to carry yourself
Don't think of me as a signing board for all your anxieties
You can't drown me out with rich boy chemically numbing tablets
I'm not the place where you can scratch for all your so-called hipster crises (cry-hi-sees)

(Verse 2)
He's just not picking up the phone and logs out when I come online
He blames me for his lack of youth, I blame him for his lack of trying
He jokes that there's a world out there where we are happy endlessly
And I leave hoping that perhaps he'd call me when he goes to sleep

(Bridge 2)
But he's forgotten all about me
And he falls asleep effortlessly
And I get home and make some tea
And drink it somewhat restlessly

(Chorus)

(Bridge 3)
I, I, I would say that we both could do with some space
But then again that's all we have between us these days
I, I, I would say that we should see different people
But you never really looked at me, you never really cared to see, you never really tried

(Chorus)

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