Jens Lekman – I Know What Love Isn’t
“Hey, Rawles. What’s up?”
“Whatsupwhatsupwhatsup.”
“How’s it going, boy? You want to go outside? I bet you do. I’ll bet you do.”
“So what do you think? How’s your life been?”
“Fancy a cuddle-nap? Yeah, that sounds nice to me, too.”
“Do you ever feel lonely here alone in the house? Or is it worse when I’m here ignoring you? Loneliness and being alone are different things, remember.”
“Hey, buddy, want a snack?”
“Well don’t you look dapper today.”
“Stop licking my fucking couch, dude. Just because it’s leather doesn’t mean it tastes like beef.”
“You thirsty, buddy?”
“I’ve traveled all around the world trying to lose my existential distaste for myself but I think this is one tail I’ll never shake.” Rawles blinks. “Yeah, I thought it sounded a touch pretentious too.”
“C’mon, man, don’t pee on that.”
“You know that feeling when you’re a tourist and it’s cool and all, but you can’t shake the thought that you are making the place worse or less authentic by being there? I feel like that everywhere in the world. No? You’re pretty much comfortable wherever you flop? Alright.”
“Seriously, stop licking the damn couch.”