Lyrics:

On the couch with you
Boxers and t-shirts and mild confusion

Everything I know 
comes from old cartoons
and dead guys’ screenplays

But if you want to make that kind of time
Let’s turn the TV off and see what we could find

My brain’s a sagging mess
Oozing out nonsense 
and occasional punchlines

Bet that line got you hard
Jam your tongue in my throat
so I’ll shut up for once 

This is what anxious boys dreamt about in solitude
Minus the 311 but OK, fine
It’s your aux cord too


Krustofsky