Styrofoam
The Nova Darlings Lyrics

The last time I saw you was a Long Beach parking lot
The last place I met you was in the parking lot of Long Beach during December or January.

Way back in December or January
I cannot recall the exact date or month of our last encounter, but it was in December or January.

We were sitting criss-crossed in the front seat of your Sedan
We sat in the front seat of your Sedan with our legs crossed.

Talking about our fear of death
We had a conversation about our fear of death and dying.

You think I'm morbid to bring it up but I think you're careless not to
You find my talk about death morbid, while I think you are careless not to worry about it.

And that's natural, of course
It is expected to have different perspectives on the subject of death.

I just hope we're still around to talk to our kids
I hope we are still alive to talk to our children someday.

About Jesus and plastic CD cases
We hope to have a conversation with our kids in the future, perhaps about Jesus and plastic CD cases.

Cause things have changed for me
I have undergone some changes.

Can't say it's for the best
I am unsure whether these changes are positive or negative.

Crack your ribs wide open start pulling it out
I advise you to rip your ribs apart to see what is inside.

Just to see what you have left
I think you should do this to understand what remains after such an action.

Well don't you forget
Do not forget this piece of advice I am giving you.

'Cause I won't
I will remember our conversation and the advice I gave you.

I'll remember everything you said
I will keep in mind every word you uttered.

Never know
It is impossible to fathom the depth of someone's being or character.

Who you are
I still cannot figure out who you truly are.

Besides a voice inside my head
I only have your voice lingering in my memory.

To be completely honest
To be truthful with my feelings and emotions,

I don't remember much about the details of your facial structure
I cannot recollect much about your facial appearance.

One thing that does kind of stick out
One thing I do remember is how your eyes looked.

Is just how empty your eyes were when you told me what I wanted to hear
I noticed your eyes were empty when you were talking about something you believed I wanted to hear.

And you'll never know
You cannot anticipate.

Oh you'll never know
You will never realize the effort I put to let go of thoughts of you.

You'll never know just how hard
It is not possible for you to understand the level of pain and difficulty.

I'm gonna try
I will put in an effort to move on.

To let this go
To put aside my attachment to you and move on in life.

Just when thought it was too good to be true
I started to believe that things were going too perfectly.

Turns out it kinda was
It turned out that things indeed felt too good to be true.

Your entire life brought to you in a brown paper bag
You have lived a life that was compressed into a brown paper bag.

With your name on the front
The bag had your name written on it facing outwards.

In sharpie
The name was written in a permanent marker pen.

And now all that's left are little scraps of paper with your handwriting on them, and coffee stains
All that remains is some pieces of paper with your handwriting, and some coffee stains fading off.

And I am stuck in this perpetual conversation
I find myself in a never-ending conversation with someone or something.

With styrofoam people
I am stuck in a conversation with people without any real substance.

Who, in all their disposable permanence,
I am stuck in a conversation with people who are disposable and permanent simultaneously.

Keep me trapped on the porch until I say something relatively interesting that contrasts what they're used to
These people are keeping me from leaving until I say something that brings out a contrasting element, at least in their view.

All the while desperately trying to convince me that I'm something
All the while trying to persuade me that I am someone, sometimes desperately.

Until I realize I'm something else
Till I get my realization that I am somehow different from what they perceive me to be.