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Live at the Mayan Theatre features Dog Problems performed in its entirety as well as favorites from Interventions & Lullabies & Swans. On February 4th, the entire film is available at Amazon Prime and audio available at all digital outlets.
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CREDITS
Directed by Sam Erickson
Produced by Ciara Lacy
Additional editing and trailer by Mike Gill
LYRICS
Don’t you dare
speak for someone you don’t know
They’ll feel it in the back of their throat
We know I can’t construct a poem
‘Cause words like girls get bored and run
c’est la vie
I say “I’ve got so many better things”
I’ve got nothing
You should see me
I smoke myself to sleep
and blame postmodern things I can’t relate
Like summer camp and coastal states
Like alcohol and coffee beans
Dance floors and magazines
I think it’s safe to say I’ve only got
myself to blame
but boys in swooping haircuts
Are bringing me down
taking pictures of themselves
Oh no
And so I walk the web in search of love
but always seem to end up stuck
I’m finding flaws in everyone
I’ve reached the point where all I want
is to sleep around
In hopes that I will catch back up
We are parallel lines
We’re running in circles
We’re never meant to cross
I’m at a loss
You were my tangerine
My pussycat
My trampoline
Now all’s I get are wincing cheeks
and dog problems
I signed a lease
Thinking my heart belonged
at 93rd and park
Instead I broke a girls heart
and flew back to Phoenix
To finish the year as it started
Can you hear me?
Are you listening?
This is the sound of my heart breaking
and I hope it’s entertaining
‘Cause for me
it’s a bitch
Was it worth it?
When you slept with him?
Did you get it all out of your system?
I am a man
Holding it all
I couldn’t breathe
Coming across
I didn’t know
I couldn’t get up
B is for believing
you’d always be here for me
E is for everything,
even when we'd see it through
C, C is for seeing through you,
you are a fake
Which brings me to:
A
Because, because you always run away
I never finish phrases I misspell
An open arm’s a prison cell
When I said “I hate what I've become”
I lied, I hated who I was
So when you start to wonder
about the pain in my throat
Then don’t you ever, no never ever
Speak for someone
You
don’t
know