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"Marbles"

I'm losing all of my marbles
Someone put a hole in this old bag
So if I start stumbling, don't be startled
I'm just trying to get back some of my things

Oh, familiar disorientation
Unfamiliar faces keep on buying all my drinks
Tryin' to talk about Mann and Miller
Well, your bookshelf doesn't impress me

I don't care about your first editions
I don't care about your typewriter ribbon
I don't care about your punctuation
Puncture wounds you've been trying to inflict me with
'Cause I'm a hypocrite
And I'm okay with it
I'm so self-aware that it's crippling
At least I don't pretend my whole life's held together by bookends

She's all like
"Blah blah blah blah..."
Something about McSweeney's
Something about her thesis
Something about its meaning
Something about, whatever
Something like,"Why do you gotta be so mean?"

'Cause I don't care about your first editions
I don't care about your typewriter ribbon
I don't care about your punctuation
Puncture wounds you've been trying to inflict me with
'Cause I'm a hypocrite
And I'm okay with it
I'm so self-aware that it's crippling
At least I don't pretend my whole life's held together by bookends

He's got passion and penmanship
A BA in the soft sciences
And I'm just a dropout without a clue
At least I'm not incubated

Thanks to Jon for these lyrics

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