Father John Misty — A Bigger Paper Bag

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Dance like a butterfly and drink like a fish
If you’re bent on taking demons down with only your fist
And I’ve never known anyone who could lose himself in a bigger paper bag
The weaker the signal, the sweeter the noise

Hunching over an instrument that you now employ
Like the starvation army needs a marching piano in the band
Are you feeling used? I do
Oh, I was pissing on the flame

Like a child with cash or a king on cocaine
I’ve got the world by the balls
Am I supposed to behave?
What a fraud

What a con
You’re the only one I love
It’s easy to assume that you’ve built some rapport
With a someone who only likes you for what you like yourself for

Okay, you be my mirror but remember there are only a few angles I tend to prefer
I’m only here to serve
Oh, I was pissing on the flame
Like a child with cash or a king on cocaine

I’ve got the world by the balls
Am I supposed to behave?
Oh, I was dancing ’round the flame
Like a high-wire act with a «who, me?» face

I was living on nothing but water and cake
What a fraud
What a con
You’re the only one I love

One I love, one I love