Make It Three

And I tripped a little bit on the stairs just now
And I planned it to go
To trendy arty, arty, arty, arty, arty, arty underground
And I feel like getting a little bit closer to the sun tonight
And you're thinkin' the same plan could be right
The same plan could be right

Symmetrical matching can only go so far
And bros before hoes
Goes out windows
Before I even get to the door of the bar

From eight to two or three, I'm late
To a test in prehistory
Watching is learning
And borrowing is stealing
And notching with burning is following not a real thing

So carry me to a chair
I'll set up two green beds
I have a way to stare
I hope it works with two heads

Make it three tonight

And I'm gussying myself up
And hoping you're not a born-again Christian
I'm gussying myself up
And hoping you're not a born-again Christian

Left my friends at a party
And I wish they'd all come along
And I wish the Clarks
Would shut up for ten minutes
So I can finish this fucking song

With a free magic hat and
Seeing Cooper at a table
I think I am young and I am able
To come up with things better than this
But I'm not better than this
No, I am not better than this