Theater Marquee Songtext
von Sloth Hands

I walk down to my theater marquee
The one on second street, showing some weird movie
We got a little high and a bit too judgmental
And on the L the people look so beaten up
All their cell phone lights, they′re drying out my eyes


Underneath my theater marquee
Slouched posture, yeah, we could be anything
And with Wednesday morning axes in my head
I get my relief down at my theater marquee

I'm getting caught up in passing conversations
Of teenage ideologies of vodka mixed with gaterade
If you think too heavy you′ll never get drunk
You're just gonna get yourself a little too fucked up
With a mind that's racing and jaw that′s wired shut

She says "it looks like you lost" I said "no"
"But I′m not winning, I'm barely breaking even"