Lyrics : Phoebe Bridgers/Marshall Vore
Music : Phoebe Bridgers/Marshall Vore
Walking Scott Street, feeling like a stranger
With an open heart, open container
I've got a stack of mail and a tall can
It's a shower beer, it's a payment plan
There's helicopters over my head
Every night when I go to bed
Spending money and I earned it
When I'm lonely, that's when I'll burn it
Do you feel ashamed
When you hear my name?
I asked you: How is your sister?
I heard she got her degree
And I said: That makes me feel old
He said: What does that make me?
I asked you: How is playing drums?
You said: It's too much shit to carry
And what about the band?
You said: They're all getting married
Do you feel ashamed
When you hear my name?
Anyway, don't be a stranger
Anyway, don't be a stranger
Don't be a stranger