Scrubbing the Mold Songtext
von Walter Mitty and His Makeshift Orchestra

Well she′s on her own now and she can do whatever she choose
I'm in the clouds showing symptoms of the Weird Portland Blues
I carry on in a sweatpants prom calmly scrubbing the mold
Gunna make it better with the right amount of Tuesdays Revelation afternoons
To learn the whole world exists only to fuck with my mood
I really should no better than to blame the weather at all
Still I′m complaining saying nothing too important


Now I don't know how to act around you
But this doesn't feel like it used to, honest
Lingered on to the front lawn
I was never one for making my mind up to tell you
Had a heart to heart with a hero
Realized we have nothing in common
Except we both drive drowsy often
And there′s a lot we want to accomplish