Mid-Carder Existentialism

Verse 1

Passport

In a cereal box

I am not the protagonist

Just the guy who watches the clock

Running late

For a meeting with a ghost

Chicago winter in my throat

Dry

Cold

Paper thin

Checking my mentions while the ceiling fans spin

I feel like a mid-carder

Taking bumps for a paycheck

Sweating through a thrift store sweater

My neck hurts

Chorus

It is a dark comedy

No one is laughing

It is a dark comedy

The gears are crashing

I am just a collection of flaws

Wrapped in a cardboard box

It is a dark comedy

Watch the clock

Watch the clock

Verse 2

Staples

In the fanzine

Half-baked

Schemes on a tiny screen

I remember the Red Line

Smelling like damp wool and regret

Now I am in a canyon

Waiting for a check that has not come yet

Losing

Finding

Losing again

My therapist says I should be my own friend

But that guy is a jerk

He never does the dishes

He just stares at the wall

Making wishes

Small

Useless

Wishes

Chorus

It is a dark comedy

No one is laughing

It is a dark comedy

The gears are crashing

I am just a collection of flaws

Wrapped in a cardboard box

It is a dark comedy

Watch the clock

Watch the clock

Bridge

Maybe I am a brick

Maybe I am the mortar

I am out of my depth

I am out of order

Static

Static

Static

The signal is weak

I am afraid to speak

Chorus

It is a dark comedy

No one is laughing

It is a dark comedy

The gears are crashing

I am just a collection of flaws

Wrapped in a cardboard box

It is a dark comedy

Watch the clock

Watch the clock

Outro

The credits are rolling

But the theater is empty

Just me and the popcorn

And the 404 blinking red

Go to bed

Just go to bed

Blinking red

Bed