Emily Picha Nerve Lyrics

Nerve Lyrics

Four o'clock

is stirring up a mess in the kitchen

the girl outside
makes houses

out of sewer debris

and he walks up along the picket
fence

with his hands in his pockets

with his eyes on the west

you've got a lot of nerve

what the hell am I gonna do with this
dress

but you know it's absurd

because I've got a ticket to the
end. 



She's waving her underwear

out the window driving
West

they alternate the driving

with hologram hotels

and
seedy afternoons

they never mention the rest

but what the pioneers
never told you

is that when you see the ocean

you can't drive
anymore

so they parked the car

at the cliff

and they peered
down at all the little lemmings

who took their lives that way



Chorus



This is no love story with some perpetual ending

this is no day with some real sad news

she says thanks for dragging me
out of my kitchen

but if you'll please excuse me

i've got something
better to do. 



Chorus



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