The Truth from Tooth Truth by The Michigan Apple Clone

What’s the point of having a clean kitchen sink
If I can’t have you next to me
I can’t believe I thought about you like that for so long

What’s the point of writing checks and paying rent
If everything I own is trash
Gaining value only when domestic space is loved and shared

Flower shaw-led creature sing for me now
The beast from back home shared a bed with me
And the hippy who taught me how to fuck right
Led me to a farm born fashion queen

Tell me what I’m doing
‘Cause I don’t know

Everytime my purposes wax obsolete
Momentary terror strikes
Like what’s the point of living if we’re all just gonna die

I stumble out of bed and draw another breath
Thinking of my father again
If he can weather existential questions so can I

Bitter and triumphant I smile at the ground
Paranormal Thursdays on my side
What’s this feral truth we all have to hold down
Knowledge that there’s nothing when we die

Tell me what I’m doing
Tell me why

We’re all just creatures
Reach for my paw
If you can’t find it find the note I wrote your name on
Despite the fact that
We’ll never be

What’s the point of looking at you anyway
We’re just headlights traveling
On a car the size of what you mean to me through deep time

• Acoustic
• Andy Shauf
• Folk
• indie
• singer-songwriter
• sufjan stevens
• Virginia