Kurt Vile On Script Lyrics

On script every night
Like a well-rehearsed stage show
Wet your lips, it won't take long
To break this ode to hate and love

Wings clipped, no need to fly
What, do you think that you're special?
No reflex, it's just a bend of the elbow
I know it's getting old

Nondescript, every night
Like a well-versed get well card
Barely dressed, and I just might
Take you up on your offer, yeah