Just Us (A Reprise for Robert Who Will Never Be Forgotten)
I swear to goodness I have no fear of failure A&E will always hold my place as a commercial wailer Every mistake I've ever made has had a certain inexplicable beauty You overachievers could never replace I'm not sorry that I failed you And I'll unabashedly crawl back under the rock that I hail to I waste a lot of time perusing Wikipedia entries Locating algorithms that'll make me famous like Fonzworth Bentley I don't want to wear technicolor bowties And I'm sure you could surmise I'm not the type to ghost ride I was the kid memorizing danger mouse in my tree house A mansion is a house with plenty of couch space for all my friends Real brothers don't care if you're an hour late to make amends
But nonetheless I am an hour late Under a fig tree meditating on Schopenhauer's face Ashy handed bandit bandwagon of one What have I done [x2]
[Verse 2: milo] This sadness is too real I keep contorting my jawline like Blue Steel Remember after class stealing muffins and it was nothing, we would laugh My god, my God robbed Rob of his life force Replaying the entire scene from my high horse Passing blue bottles of Polo sport before our night course Remember trips to Big Star in the back of Martin's beamer Remember cigarillo burns and earnest eyed dreamers Remember Kenosha public school politics Remember Rob telling me to never apologize for shit Remember learning to let our freak flag fly We'd cursed the sky And say we'd never die and then you died And I blame myself And I blamed everybody that you'd ever met Then channeled that into shitty rap songs for the internet Then I smoked a corn cob pipe for a couple months And felt my inner light grow dull like it never was Now kids write me about being their favorite rapper And I'm the asshole who gets to live forever after
[Bridge] You don't want me to pull memories from way back cause you ain't got the necessary gigawatts in that maybach [x3]
Then I got these tattoos to prove that I too could last forever [x4] I miss you
[Verse 3: milo] The English language dictates we speak of you in past tense Can you cross the River Styx with only a mere half pence? I don't know the answers I just know the dances When your Facebook becomes your memorial page And I swear to God I cry when I look through the pictorial display