Pedestrian At Best - Courtney Barnett video free download

Taken from the LP: "Sometimes I Sit And Think, And Sometimes I Just Sit" - Released on March 23rd Worldwide

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PEDESTRIAN AT BEST was written by Courtney Barnett

I love you I hate you

I’m on the fence it all depends

whether I’m up I’m down

I’m on the mend

transcending all reality.

I like you despise you admire you

what are we gonna do

when everything all falls through?

I must confess I’ve made a mess

of what should be a small success

but I digress

at least I’ve tried my very best I guess.

This that the other

why even bother,

it won’t be with me on my death bed,

but I’ll still be in your head.

Put me on a pedestal and I’ll only disappoint you.

Tell me I’m exceptional I promise to exploit you.

Give me all your money and I’ll make some origami, honey.

I think you’re a joke but I don’t find you very funny.

My internal monologue

is saturated analogue,

It’s scratched and drifting,

I’ve become attached to the idea

it’s all a shifting dream bitter sweet philosophy,

I’ve got no idea how I even got here.

I’m resentful

I’m having an existential time crisis,

what bliss, daylight savings won’t fix this mess.

Underworked and oversexed

I must express my disinterest,

the rats are back inside my head

what would Freud have said?

Put me on a pedestal and I’ll only disappoint you.

Tell me I’m exceptional I promise to exploit you.

Give me all your money and I’ll make some origami, honey.

I think you’re a joke but I don’t find you very funny.

I wanna wash out my head with turpentine and cyanide,

I dislike this internal diatribe

when I try to catch your eye

I hate seeing you crying in the kitchen

I don’t know why it affects me like this when you’re not even mine to consider.

Erroneous.

Harmonious.

I’m hardly sanctimonious.

Dirty clothes, I suppose,

we all outgrow ourselves.

I’m a fake,

I’m a phoney,

I’m awake,

I’m alone,

I’m homely,

I’m a Scorpio.

Put me on a pedestal and I’ll only disappoint you.

Tell me I’m exceptional I promise to exploit you.

Give me all your money and I’ll make some origami, honey.

I think you’re a joke but I don’t find you very funny.