Lyrics Checkerboard Ashtray - Jeff Rosenstock
Early
afternoon
at
the
souvenir
shoppe
Bought
a
funny
ashtray
for
a
couple
bucks
And
we
ate
pizza
under
the
moonlight
Or
we
ate
french
fries
under
the
moonlight
"Why
would
any
hotel
have
a
bearskin
rug?
Why
would
they
assume
I'm
cool
with
where
it's
from?"
I
murmur
to
you
soaking
in
the
sky
I
murmur
to
you
soaking
in
the
sky
Soon
enough
it
can't
get
any
darker
We'll
toss
and
turn
once
it
starts
getting
hotter
You
could
give
me
an
ultimatum
with
a
loaded
gun
I
still
can't
tell
you
what
day
of
the
week
we're
on
Some
days
I
blink
and
suddenly
it's
night
And
I
broke
my
promise
- didn't
go
outside
Dust
collects
the
second
that
you
wipe
it
off
It's
too
late
to
vacuum
but
not
too
late
to
toss
The
roaches
I
discarded
late
at
night
That
piled
up
in
the
ashtray
over
time
It
feels
indicative
of
a
disaster
Manifestation
of
ambitions
shattered
And
I'll
lean
into
it,
keep
getting
sadder
It
doesn't
mean
that
it
really
matters
It
doesn't
mean
that
it
really
matters
Yeah
honestly,
it
doesn't
even
matter
Everything's
not
just
a
fucking
omen
Under
the
blanket
in
our
messy
home
Let's
remind
each
other
what
we're
doing
right
'Cause
seek
for
cracks
and
surely
we
will
find
Yeah,
seek
for
cracks
and
surely
ye
will
find
Don't
seek
for
cracks
when
everything
is
fine
Checkerboard
ashtray!
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