Little Trouble - Better Oblivion Community Center, Phoebe Bridgers, Conor Oberst

Hey Little Trouble, what you doing tonight?

I got a bad thought, you can make it right

Fell on the concrete with all my might

Got up, dusted myself off, now I’m ready for the fight

Not every prodigy can age that well

Not every mannequin can stand so fucking still

When everyone’s gone, you’re dancing alone

When everything’s done, still working the phones

For lazy tarot readings on hot June nights

Right next to that bodega’s a neon sign

They’ll tell you you were famous in some past life

But now you’re just a Regular Joe whose cover is blown

Well, tell me, baby, what’s your biggest conceit?

Is it that you did it, or you did it with me?

I can’t imagine what the problem could be

You found one song that you like, and you just play it on repeat

Not every certain death can be so brave

Not every psychopath can act so well-behaved

But what if the bomb just doesn’t go off?

Still playing that song, still dancing alone

For clumsy ballerinas with Dad’s blank check

There’s a place in Altadena that sounds perfect

Well, they’ll let you be the swan even with missteps

And clap until your body is sore

For now it’s just a matter of right place, right time

Singing «Every little thing’s gonna be all right»

On some pretty college campus with skin so white

Three chords and an expensive guitar

It’s the luck of the draw

Found a place to blind your darkness with bright strobe lights

No cops, no fire marshals, can dance all night

With your sad-eyed doppelgänger you look just like

Your heartbreak’s not your own anymore

I’ll tell you that I love you, I’ll scream it twice

You ask over the music, «Did I hear that right?»

Yes, I swear I told you in some past life

Right before they counted us off

It’s the luck of the draw