D-Sisive - Pajama Pants Lyrics
(Verse)Cold french-fries from last night layBeside dried ketchup on a white plateWith crumbs from a baked apple pieAnd a cheeseburger bite that helped add to my weightI press play on my iPodSitting on my dock fully chargedPet sounds, serenades to the speakersWouldn’t it be nice if these dishes were washed?Hot water and dish soapBoles, plates, forks and chop sticks soakedI scrub dirt in rink sudsI sing and hum with the voice of Bryan Wilson in loveIn love with the thought of walking out this basement apartment and follow a road less travelledAn ostrich sing of old oblique ballads, the story of an artist behold with a chance to(Hook x2)He was a man so grudging, your buddyAsked of life, that every win was a lossHe was a man so grudging, your buddyAsked of life, that every win was a loss(Verse)Wouldn’t it be nice if I were younger?Rewind a couple years and find hungerNow I stick another candle in the cakeAnother year without an album to my nameBarefoot in pajama pants, staring a young Derek held in my father’s handsFrame, beside my three Juno nomination plaquesOn a coffee table, beside my plaque doctor maskI bought from Malabar for 200$ cashIt’s funny, you always called it an ostrich maskI hit the key on a tiny pianoI played on the book cover and what Daniel Johnston sangI take a sip from the pitcher on the Jonestown coverSwallowing red instead of losing new expansion teamsI rather pour two gallons of gasoline on my shattered dreamsI flick the lighter with my thumb tipThen drop the flame at my toesI could’ve been a contender, a Jimmy come lately, a yesterday Jones(Hook x3)He was a man so grudging, your buddyAsked of life, that every win was a lossHe was a man so grudging, your buddyAsked of life, that every win was a loss
