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Words and Music by Brian Kenney
Produced by Mike Turnwall and Brian Kenney
Engineered by Mike Turnwall and Juan Peña
Mixed and Mastered by Juan Peña
lyrics
All my friends have girl- and boyfriends
Guess tonight, I'm left with no plans
Dinner, romance, candlelight
None for me, I'm alone tonight
Big wheel speeding down the sidewalk
I'm the third wheel, stuck with the small talk
Are you listening to me? Why the hell am I here?
Can you even hear me with his tongue in your ear?
(We're in a public place, could you please…?)
I'm just talking to the wall, stop pretending like you care
'Cause i know that you know that she's not wearing any underwear
You can get out of here, I'll be fine
(Plus, you're my ride so literally anytime you wanna go would be great)
Your special-someones keep you warm
I put on a big wool sweater (Yeah, it's itchy but I like it)
Enjoy the elbows in your backs
My king bed is so much better
As you keep bumping your heads together
(Pillows with goose-down feathers)
So put your pics on Instagram
Of you kissing, holding hands
(So damn cute, wanna punch you)
I'll keep my hands to myself
[insert reference to masturbation]
(#SELFIENATION, i hate myself)
I'm not asking for attention
Just a knife to cut through the sexual tension
What a coincidence you both "have to pee" at the same time
(You're not fooling anyone)
I'll just find a way to stall as you try to find a clean stall to
Grind in (meanwhile i'm dyin' to leave you with the check)
I'm OK with PDA and if you're getting laid, well that's great
But three's a crowd and it's bringing me down
Tagalong
Don't belong
Three's a crowd
Brings me down
(Tagalong) I'm doing my best to maintain a smile
(Don't belong) But you're eating her face, I can taste my own bile
(Three's a crowd) Dude, I've told you five times now, that is my leg
(For crying out loud) For crying out loud
Are you listening to me? Why the hell am i still here?
Can you even hear me with his tongue in your ear?
(Don't mind me, I'm going crazy, hope you choke on your chicken calabrese)
Your hand goes underneath her skirt, I wanna hit you with my chair
I'm just talking to the wall, stop pretending like you care
Stop pretending like you care, stop pretending like you care
Stop pretending like you care, stop pretending, you don't care.
credits
from Brian Kenney & The Tired Suburbs,
released March 19, 2015
Brian Kenney - vocals, backup vocals, piano, drums/percussion
Mike Turnwall - lead guitars, rhythm guitars
Darryl Rahn - acoustic guitar
Joey Beerman - bass
Willie Horowitz, Dan Costello, Mike and Brian - gang vocals
A string quartet and a drum set. This is everything I've ever wanted to hear in a band and I can assure you, it's the most fun you'll ever have listening to a record. These dudes are top. Brian Kenney
If you're looking for beauty, you'll find it here. His songs will refresh your mind, make you cry, make you think, and bring you comfort. Buy this record, it's an astounding work. Brian Kenney
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