Matthew Good - Dreading It Lyrics

(33-year-old Brooks Robinson)
(Going to his right for this one)

Set off, wrapped in Christmas lights
With a crazy glued Swiss Army knife
Pitons and football cleats
A suitcase of air and Ketamine

To a tower and a maiden
Complaining about the mattresses
And how peas are the diamonds of peasants
Gotta rescue her and I'm dreading it

'Cause I don't like people
What do you want me to say?
I could lie and say that I do
'Cause lying's my main thing

She says, "hold me tight
And don't forget about yesterday
And all those things you said to me
And all those things you said to me"

Set off in a hurricane
In a tiny boat with the ghost of Emmet Kelly
To find a chest of golden parlor tricks
Got bills to pay and a roof to fix

Of a tower for a maiden
Complaining about the mattresses
Gotta scuba dive to get it
In the middle of the night and I'm dreading it

No, I don't like people
What do you want me to say?
I could lie and say that I do
'Cause lying's my main thing

She says, "hold me tight
And don't forget about yesterday
And all those things you said to me
And all those things you said to me"