I bet he's tall, and he'd smile if he saw me
I bet his clothes are clean pressed, and he'd really like to call me
I bet he wakes up early, before the stars stop falling
I bet he always has enough
Mom says he send a check every month and it helps to pay the rent
but it doesn't make up for all the stuff, the shit he's missed
broke laws, called bluffs, cracked compact disks
Dry tears, cold stares, little happiness
I feel lukewarm
I bet he wakes up hungry
Goes to bed satisfied
He's unfamiliar with the concept of stumbling
Get's his point across with homicide
I bet my mama lied about the color of his eyes
His everyday is fine, by design
He don't pull the blinds, he don't read the signs
He goes where wants when he drives
Cuz he don't walk, like a paraplegic
his favorite song is the pledge of allegiance
Trips to church are pretty infrequent
He only goes cuz the mother of his kids is the sister of Jesus
I bet he moves with the rhythm of the seasons
I bet he's got reasons
Listen what I say this tiredness don't pay
Listen what I say this melancholy feeling don't pay
Listen what I say this tiredness don't pay
I bet he'd know me if he saw me
In the rear view mirror
I bet he thinks of me one or two time a year
He floats between my ears one or two times every seven seconds
Before my mind clears
I don't think that there's a lesson
Not one that I can hear
The glass is half full
But the water ain't clear
I'm a tool that's dull
I'm not the brightest lightbulb
But I can count the years
I bet when he's around no one has any tears
I bet he could help me find a career
I bet that he's a deadbeat.
JPEGMAFIA follows November's EP! with this aptly titled release that explores distrust, anguish, and mental health. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 12, 2021