Checkerboard Ashtray Songtext
von Jeff Rosenstock

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up

Early afternoon at the souvenir shop
Bought a funny ashtray for a couple bucks
And we ate pizza under the moonlight
Or we ate french fries under the moonlight
"Why would any hotel have a bearskin rug?
Why would they assume I′m cool with where it's from?"

I murmur to you, soaking in the sky
I murmur to you, soaking in the sky
Soon enough, it can′t get any darker
We'll toss and turn once it starts getting hotter
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh


You could give me an ultimatum with a loaded gun
I still can't tell you what day of the week we′re on
Some days I blink and suddenly it′s night
And I broke my promise - didn't go outside
Dust collects the second that you wipe it off
It′s too late to vacuum but not too late to toss
The roaches I discarded late at night
That piled up in the ashtray over time

It feels indicative of a disaster
Manifestation of ambitions shattered
And I'll lean into it, keep getting sadder
It doesn′t mean that it really matters

It doesn't mean that it really matters
Yeah honestly, it doesn′t, it doesn't even matter
Everything's not just a fucking omen

Under the blanket in our messy home
Let′s remind each other what we′re doing right
'Cause seek for cracks and surely we will find
Yeah, seek for cracks and surely ye will find
Don′t seek for cracks when everything is fine
Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo, hey

Checkerboard ashtray!