Lyrics Checkerboard Ashtray - Jeff Rosenstock

Checkerboard Ashtray

Early afternoon at the souvenir shop
Bought a funny ashtray for a couple bucks
Then we ate pizza under the moonlight
Or we ate french fries under the moonlight
Why would any hotel have a bearskin rug?
Why would they assume I’m cool with where that’s from?
I murmured to you soaking in the sky
I murmured to you soaking in the sky
Soon enough it can’t get any darker
We’ll toss and turn once it starts getting hotter
Woah
You can give an ultimatum with a loaded gun
I still can’t tell you what day of the week we’re on
Some days I blink and suddenly it’s night
And I broke my promise, didn’t go outside
The dust collects the second that you wipe it off
Too late to vacuum, but not too late to toss
The roaches I discarded late at night
That piled up in the ashtray over time
It feels indicative of a disaster
Manifestation of ambitions shattered
And I’ll lean into it, keep getting sadder
It doesn’t mean that it really matters
It doesn’t mean that it really matters
Yeah, honestly, it doesn’t
It doesn’t even matter
Everything’s not just a fucking omen
Under the blankets in our messy home
Let’s remind ourselves of what we’re doing right
Cause seek through cracks and surely you will find
Yeah, seek through cracks and surely you will find
Don’t seek through cracks when everything is fine
Ooooooo
Ooooooo