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Mildly Impressive in Theory 2 by Shane

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Mildly Impressive in Theory 2

Dry, Talk-Sung Indie Rock

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Verse 3 I rip the can on my label, precise and boring, the kettle squeals
Steam fogs my glasses like my thoughts fog my mornings and I squint at the instructions as if they are a to-do list from an ex, the neighbor's dog barks twice and I check my phone like it owes me an explanation, my shoes pinch but I keep wearing them because loyalty is cheaper than new soles, I'm not lonely but sure, maybe a little or just dehydrated wrong
Verse 4 My pulse ticks a little faster when someone on the sidewalk's in nice weather for it like they're commenting on my interior design, I contradict myself already, I say I like being alone and then I open the door to see who left a packet, I'm not competitive, I just wanna win quietly, but I also lose with flair without trying, which is its own personality trait, I say I don't care about small talk
Verse 5 And then I memorize the barista's cadence when she calls names like a Wells Fargo receipt, I notice everything and pretend not to, louder, emotionally ambiguous I'm pedestrian at best but at least I'm moving, left foot, right foot, existential improvement
And then I shouted and whispered, the amp barely notices, I swear I'm fine, kidding of course I'm not, I clutch the rail like a confession and then laugh like it's a joke, I mean it and I don't
There's a minor internal screaming that the doctor called nonspecific casually, like it's a flavor which is reassuring and alarming at the same time, if you wanna push it harder then press the chorus pedal and see if I sound heroic or just tired, the distinction is negotiable
The weather app says partly cloudy, the sun slides across my face and I squint, it feels like someone left the blinds half open on purpose, my throat's dry and my playlist is unshuffled and some song I used to know hits a wrong chord in my ribs, I sip Stumptown cold brew that tastes like ambition and regret and I pretend that makes me interesting, someone on the bus sneezed twice I know
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