Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Glowing Screens, Part 2

There's 7 billion 46 million people on the
And most of us have the audacity to think we
Hey, you the one about the comedian who croaked?
Someone stabbed him in the heart, just a poke
But he keeled over 'cause he went battle wearing chain mail made of jokes
Hey, you hear the one about the who passed away?
He was giving elevator pitches and the elevator got stuck
He ended up smushed sandwiches they pushed through a crack in the door
And repeating the same crappy screenplay idea about talking dogs his last day
Hey, you hear the one about the fisherman who
He didn't off that ledge
He stepped out into the air and pulled the ground up towards him really fast
he was pitching a line and went fishing for concrete
The earth is a and he's hitting it on beat
The reason there's in Los Angeles is 'cause if we could see the stars
If we could see the context of the in which we exist
And we could see how small one of us is
Against the vastness of what we know
No one ever audition for a McDonalds commercial again
And where would we be?
No frozen and no TV
And is that a world we want to in?
Either someone just microwaved
Or I hear the sound of a thousand people pulling their out of their asses in rapid succession
The people are hunched in Boston
They're starting app and screen printing companies in San Francisco
They're grinning in Los like they've got fishhooks in the corners of their mouth
But don't paint me like the good guy every time I write
I get to choose the angle that you view me and the nicest light
You wouldn't respect me if you heard the chatter tap tap
Tapping my mind at night
The same stupid tape loop of old dialogue
And tattered memories of a I got to grind on in high school
Filed on rice paper
My heart is a colored
But my is an eraser
I don't want a girl, I want to trace her from a catalogue
be told I'm unlikely to hold you down
Cause my soul is a crowded train
And people keep deciding to get on the next one that rolls town
I'm a false movement in San Francisco
I'm frowning and hunched over in
I'm smiling in Los Angeles like I've got fishhooks in the corners of my
And I'm on weekends
Because are 7 billion 47 million people on the planet
And I the audacity to think I matter
I know a lie but I prefer it to the alternative
Because got a tourniquet tied at my elbow / I've got
A blunt wrap filled with compliments and I'm it
You say to go to sleep but I been bouncing off my bedroom walls since I was hecka
We're every age at once and tucked inside ourselves like nesting dolls
My is an 8 year old girl
My grandson is a 74 old retiree whose kidneys just failed
And that's the between me and you
That's the screws and
We in a house made of each other
And if sounds strange that's because it is
Someone please freeze time so I can run around everyone's pockets inside out
And remember, you see shit