Didn't Know What I Was in For - Better Oblivion Community Center, Phoebe Bridgers, Conor Oberst

My telephone, it doesn’t have a camera

If it did I’d take a picture of myself

If it did I’d take a picture of the water

And the man on the offramp

Holding up the sign that’s asking me for help

I got a job and I’ll work here for the summer

I fold the towels and set them by the pool

Everyone looks happy with each other

'Til they step away and say the thing they really meant

They always sound so cruel

I didn’t know what I was in for

When I signed up for that run

There’s no way I’m curing cancer

But I’ll sweat it out

I feel so proud now for all the good I’ve done

I know a girl who owns a boutique in the city

Selling clothes to the fashionably late

Says she cries at the news but doesn’t really

'Cause it’s too much fun, there’s too much time

And too much plastic money to be made

I didn’t know what I was in for

When they took my belt and strings

They told me I’d gone crazy

My arms are strapped in a straight jacket

So I couldn’t save those TV refugees

When they’re on their backs

In a bloody bath

Full of Sarin gas

On a screen

I didn’t know what I was in for

When I laid out in the sun

We get burned for being honest

I’ve really never done anything, for anyone

To fall asleep I need white noise to distract me

Otherwise I have to listen to me think

Otherwise I pace around, hold my breath, let it out

Sit on the couch and think about

How living’s just a promise that I made