The Great Blueberry Waffle Famine Video (MV)

These days it feels like the toaster's always broken
And the freezer's always empty and the pipes are always frozen
Every day feels like the day that the rent's due
And we live together but I never get to see you

My backpack's patched up but it still sits useless
In a corner of my room with my sleeping bag and boots
I'm forming bad habits with alarming regularity
I could use a crisis if it would change my polarity

I wish this vividity could fuel some creativity
I'd love to write a song that you could sing along to
Intimately and loudly, hyperbolically
Like a simile

When we were young we tended to resemble blind tornadoes
Ripped up floorboards and true feelings everywhere that we would go
Our self-destructive tendencies never made us feel better
But it helped us pass the time to wait for clearer weather

Sometimes I find it hard to find the words to tell you what I mean
When I tell you that the stars live in the lining of your skin
I know misquoting poetry's my only real consistency
If you wanna hear my own words we could always run away again

I wish this vividity could fuel some creativity
I'd love to write a song that you could sing along to
Intimately and proudly, hyperbolically
Like a simile