Antlers Bear Lyrics

There's a bear inside your stomach.
The cub's been kicking from within.
He's loud, though without vocal chords
We'll put an end to him.
We'll make all the right appointments.
No one ever has to know.
And then tomorrow I'll turn 21.
We'll script another show.
We'll play charades up in the Chelsea.
Drink champagne although you shouldn't be.
We'll be blind and dumb until we fall asleep.
None of our friends will come.
They dodge our calls.
And they have for quite awhile now.
It's not a shock.
You don't seem to mind and I just can't see how.

We're too old.
We're not old, old at all.
Just too old.
We're not old, old at all.

There's a bear inside your stomach.
The cub's been kicking you for weeks.
And if this isn't all a dream. Well then we'll cut him from beneath.
Well we're not scared of making caves.
Or finding food for him to eat.
We're terrified of one another.
And terrified of what that means.
But we'll make only quick decisions.
And you'll just keep me in the waiting room.
And all the while i'll know we're f*cked.
And not getting unf*cked soon.
When we get home we're bigger strangers than we've ever been before.
You sit in front of snowy television, suitcase on the floor.

We're too old.
We're not old, old at all.
Just too old.
We're not old, old at all.
Just too old.
We're not old, old at all.
Just too old.
We're not old, old at all.
Just too old.
We're not old, old at all.
Just too old.
We're not old, old, old, old at all.

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