text: It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing
  That youre only supposed to use once and then discard
  Where do you put it? In the garbage can, my honest friend
  My shyness, pet her flow
  Shes only been five months late
  Even though we havent had sex for a week
  A meal a day, a meal, I say
  And my hearts made, my—
  Somebody else already used the word aurora borealis
  She was tied up in chains, and Sam had helped her in the freezer
  Shes only five weeks late
  But I havent had a date forever
  Ever
  Ever
  Forever
  Wish I had more
  More opportunity
  More chances to remember some things
  So I couldnt have so much pressure on my—
  On my, on my, um—
  Uh, on my
  Um, um
  Head
  Wed have so much more diversity
  And so much more input
  So much more creative flow
  If we had someone in school, a G-I-T
  G-I-T
  Geeks in town 
  Come on, Dave, think of one 
  It should be GIC, geeks with charvels
  No, GWC
  Fuck, man, this is a waste of time
  A-hahaha
  Hahaha
  One more solo?
  Yeah! Yeah!
  Youre—personally responsible for
  The entire strip to be washed away
  Cleansed, as if gallons of, um, rubbing alcohol
  Flowed through the strip and were set on fire
  It didnt just singe the hair, it made it straight
  And then Perry Ellis came along with his broom
  And his silk
  And he—
  He erected a beautiful city
  A city of stars