Father John Misty - Josh Tillman And The Accidental Dose AKA "No Shape" Lyrics

Father John Misty - Josh Tillman And The Accidental Dose AKA "No Shape" Lyrics 

She put on Astral Weeks

Said, "I love jazz," and winked at me

This is the last place I oughtta be

But I can't drive, and I sure can't sleep

Around this time, I publicly

Was treating acid with anxiety

I was unwell, and suddenly

Her clown portraits spoke to me

You're in no shape

You're in no shape

All the king's horses, all the king's men

You may never be whole again

A publicist and a celibate

Started talking politics

By a small degree, she got him to admit

They're tacit fascists

Without knowing it

Oh, it went on and on

Performance art, an elaborate con

Baby, who wears pearls at four AM?

This pitching yuppie found meaning's end

In no shape

In no shape

All the king's horses, all the king's men

You may never be whole again

You may never be whole again

You may never be whole again

I saw something I shouldn't see

The awful truth, babe, reality

That I would forfeit my existence

If someone let me just play with them

Dawn long broke by the time

I realized that I lost my mind

I ate an ice cream

Dazed in the street

But it never taste quite as sweet

Again

Again