Wayward / Awkward by The Invisible Teal Lyrics
Wayward, awkward people
At a small apartment party:
This is all that I expected
From a Saturday so long ago
Your hair gel and your glasses
Made a slightly late arrival
And those fits of manic laughter
From your tiny, wiry stature
Waved a dagger at my loneliness
Pretty soon, there was some coffee
And two sets of seven numbers;
Hourly meals of Daniel Johnston
With a side of "Transsiberian."
And drunken, we all staggered
To your latest fling’s apartment
When you tripped and fell on top of me
And told me that you loved me …
What a strange sort of serenity
He’s a surely passage-worthy definition of affection –
More legitimate than women
More considerate than God could ever try
There were bold, suggestive movements
And outlandish little comments
To invite the jealous world
Into our wayward, awkward kingdom
But I left it for another
Where I knelt for different reasons
And I knew you wouldn’t follow
So I shunned you as a heathen
Our affection as indecent
Pretty soon, that apparition
That I blamed for all existence
Led me miles and miles away
Into the land of debt and quandaries
You sent a private message
Just to ask about my journey
And to tell me of another
With a different kind of body
And no history of arguments
She’s a surely passage-worthy definition of affection –
More legitimate than wenches
More considerate than I could ever try
I was civil when I met her …
Such a quiet smiling creature
But that smile disappeared
The night I let desire conquer
Lost within a joking moment
Lips in tandem, quick and drunken …
And thereafter, no more comments --
Just some wayward, awkward banter
And no talk of "Transsiberian."
I forgot about the wedding --
What a rich excuse for drinking!
Though I know it was forgiven
Still don’t feel like it’s forgivable
But now and then, I’ll see you two
At wayward, awkward gatherings
And suddenly, I’m hypnotized
By old suggestive movements ...
Not as bold, but still quite beautiful
I’m a surely passage-worthy definition of affection:
Not degenerate, but smitten
With the liberty that comes with knowing why
Knowing why
Knowing why ...
Oh, why, why, why, why, why?
At a small apartment party:
This is all that I expected
From a Saturday so long ago
Your hair gel and your glasses
Made a slightly late arrival
And those fits of manic laughter
From your tiny, wiry stature
Waved a dagger at my loneliness
Pretty soon, there was some coffee
And two sets of seven numbers;
Hourly meals of Daniel Johnston
With a side of "Transsiberian."
And drunken, we all staggered
To your latest fling’s apartment
When you tripped and fell on top of me
And told me that you loved me …
What a strange sort of serenity
He’s a surely passage-worthy definition of affection –
More legitimate than women
More considerate than God could ever try
There were bold, suggestive movements
And outlandish little comments
To invite the jealous world
Into our wayward, awkward kingdom
But I left it for another
Where I knelt for different reasons
And I knew you wouldn’t follow
So I shunned you as a heathen
Our affection as indecent
Pretty soon, that apparition
That I blamed for all existence
Led me miles and miles away
Into the land of debt and quandaries
You sent a private message
Just to ask about my journey
And to tell me of another
With a different kind of body
And no history of arguments
She’s a surely passage-worthy definition of affection –
More legitimate than wenches
More considerate than I could ever try
I was civil when I met her …
Such a quiet smiling creature
But that smile disappeared
The night I let desire conquer
Lost within a joking moment
Lips in tandem, quick and drunken …
And thereafter, no more comments --
Just some wayward, awkward banter
And no talk of "Transsiberian."
I forgot about the wedding --
What a rich excuse for drinking!
Though I know it was forgiven
Still don’t feel like it’s forgivable
But now and then, I’ll see you two
At wayward, awkward gatherings
And suddenly, I’m hypnotized
By old suggestive movements ...
Not as bold, but still quite beautiful
I’m a surely passage-worthy definition of affection:
Not degenerate, but smitten
With the liberty that comes with knowing why
Knowing why
Knowing why ...
Oh, why, why, why, why, why?