Marbles Lyrics

I'm losing all of my marbles
Someone put a hole in this old bag
So if I start stumblin' don't be startled
I'm just tryin' to get back some of my things

Unfamiliar disorientation
Unfamiliar faces keep on buyin' all my drinks
Trin' to talk about Mann and Miller
Well, your bookshelf doesn't impress me

I don't care about your first editions
And I don't care about your typewriter ribbons
I don't care about your punctuation
Puncture wounds
That you're trying to inflict me with

'Cause I'm a hypocrite
And I'm okay with it
And I'm so self-aware
That it's crippling

At least I don't pretend my whole life's held together by bookends

She's like
Blah, balh, blah, blah
Something 'bout McSweeney's
Something 'bout her thesis
Something 'bout it's meaning
Something 'bout whatever
Something like
"Why do you gotta be so mean?"

'Cause I don't care about your first editions
And I don't care about your typewriter ribbons
I don't care about your punctuation
Puncture wounds
That you're trying to inflict me with

'Cause I'm a hypocrite
And I'm okay with it
And I'm so self-aware
That it's crippling

At least I don't pretend my whole life's held together by bookends

I don't care about your first editions
And I don't care about your typewriter ribbons
I don't care about your punctuation
Puncture wounds
That you're trying to inflict me with

'Cause I'm a hypocrite
And I'm okay with it
And I'm so self-aware
That it's crippling

At least I don't pretend my whole life's held together by bookends

He's got a passion for penmanship
A BA in the soft sciences
And I'm just a drop-out without a clue
At least I'm not incubated