Lyrics

Don’t Mind Me (I’m Falling Apart)

There’s a local living legend at the tiki bar he’s the “King of the Flip-Flop Circuit”
All the day-drinking tourists sometimes sing along, in his mind they’re all there to watch him work it
On the set breaks he’s smoking by the dumpsters, he’s sunburnt but paid in exposure
And when he sings those sad songs from the 90’s, he wonders if anyone ever gets closure

That DJ doesn’t take requests unless you ask him, or buy him a double shot of Jaeger.
He got his start spinning at the strip club, they turned tricks but he brought the party favors
Now he’s selling cheap insurance to the locals, it’s a racket but it pays on the backend
Cause when you lose years entertaining tourists, you know the dance floor is just another dead end.

(He’s singing) Don’t Mind Me I’m Falling Apart
With my hand on the bottle and the other on my aching heart
If I crumble for everybody to see, they’ll say I probably had it all coming to me
So don’t, don’t mind me, I’m a broken American
But I’ll get back on my feet again.

I try and I try to always punch above my weight
And I’m trying to beat the system and trying not to listen to the counting of the Standing 8.

Bobbie knows she’s a tragic figure of those glossy fashion magazines
She’s trying not to be a loyal subject of them late night TV drama queens
She’s serving drinks to people writing headlines that she knows nobody ever reads
So when she goes out dancing on the weekends, she pretends the taxis are a limousine

Don’t Mind Me I’m Falling Apart
With my hand on the bottle and the other on my aching heart
And if I crumble for somebody to see, they’ll say I probably had it all coming to me
So don’t, don’t mind me, I’m a broken American
But I’ll get back on my feet again.