Nowhere Special
Matt Berninger"Nowhere Special" is a song by Matt Berninger, released in 2025 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:41 long and contains 85 lines and 895 words.
Lyrics
0:06Uh can we kill the can we kill the click?
0:11There's still a little latency situation
0:13I'll just do a non-thinking thinking
0:17I'm already late for the bungalow meeting to explain
0:21Why it's been nearly four years since they've heard anything
0:25And now that the time and the money is out or pretty much out
0:30They feel they should know what this whole thing's about and I get it
0:34I'll slur my city words into the mind grinder microphone
0:39My skull isn't soft anymore it has cracks in it like a floor
0:44This stuff just leaks out now whenever it wants to in cars with kids
0:48In front of my brother and sister let's just keep going in loops
0:52'Cause I've got nowhere to be nowhere nowhere special
0:57I've got nowhere to be nowhere nowhere special
1:01I've got nowhere to be I've got nowhere to be
1:05I've got nowhere to be nowhere nowhere special
1:10Don't make me cry in the back of a black car
1:13I don't care where we're going just keep going and going in loops
1:16There's still some kind of low latency slippage
1:18And it knocks me off my teeth and I get sound-sick and sound schizophrenic
1:21You know what? I love you for saying yes when you know I don't believe it
1:25All that shouting across the pool and all that talk of affection
1:29I'll slur your slishy words into my mind grinder kiosk
1:32So we can spend most of the time going out to lunch against our will
1:36I found a new way to clear out an old mood
1:38Why do I let it get to me? Go ahead and have another breakthrough uh-huh
1:42You'll become an art project in a blue pleated skirt
1:45Stand on a drop cloth lift the thing up
1:48Down goes the blood and down goes my career as a Catholic
1:51You're gonna lose your cool if we keep revising this
1:54Let's start over latency's getting in front of me now
1:56It knocks me off my rhythm and it messes with my glow
1:59A bat can haul our recording equipment into the woods
2:01I know we shouldn't but I feel like we should
2:03It's not a novel on a plane it's not an after-party pinnacle
2:06You know there's no lust for it in here there's no place for lust
2:09Write it on a baseball until the white skin runs out
2:12Your life's entirely optional we're going for honesty spirals
2:15Highlighted oily areas that really rewire your linear melon
2:19I beg for your attention I never command it look at me look at me look at me
2:22I got another new credit card from some Silicon-Valley vulture
2:26And a vat of Vaseline to slip into our sleepy souls with
2:29We'll smear it on a mirror in a queer cursive slant
2:32We'll get a shitty hotel where you can open your heart and you can explain it to me
2:36In a thin red pen on a yellowing leaf
2:38Are we ever gonna talk? Are we ever going to ignore it?
2:41The way that you avoid my eyes and how it destroys me
2:44I want to believe in this one little fantasy
2:46What is it for you? Because this frazzled my guts
2:52I've got nowhere to be
2:56I've got nowhere to be nowhere nowhere special
3:01I've got nowhere to be nowhere nowhere special
3:05I've got nowhere to be I've got nowhere to be
3:09I've got nowhere to be nowhere nowhere special
3:14In a language of containment we let our lips get electric
3:17And slide our teeth along the lines we never meant to mention
3:21Dry mouth take a bow before we compromise to death
3:24Good drugs and goldfish are the best parts of both of us
3:26A good chance of rain between patches of sun
3:29Is one of the all-time greatest weather reports isn't it?
3:31I guess it goes without saying it goes without saying
3:34It's way too hot to hold hands
3:35I had to get my nails out of my hair because my dream has all been real
3:39I'm hung up on you you know what we should get away
3:42I can get you in a pick-up
3:43I can take you to the house we almost never built by mistake
3:46We can go camping inside Indian caves
3:48I can put your legs on my makeup table
3:50I don't know where to be I've got nowhere special
3:54I've got nowhere to be nowhere nowhere special
3:59I've got nowhere to be I've got nowhere to be
4:03I've got nowhere to be nowhere nowhere special
4:07I'll slur my city words into the mind grinder microphone
4:10This stuff leaks out wherever it wants to in cars with kids
4:14Don't make me cry in the back of a black car
4:16I don't care where we're going
4:18There's still some kind of low latency slippage
4:20It knocks me off my teeth and I sound sick and schizophrenic
4:22You know what? You know what? I love you
4:25And all that shouting across the pool and talk of affection
4:28I'll slur your slishy words I found a new way to clear out my old mood
4:31'Cause you've become an art project in a pleated skirt
4:34Standing on a drop cloth
4:36Down goes the blood start over
4:38A bat can haul our recording equipment into the woods
4:41I know we shouldn't but I feel like we should
Uh can we kill the can we kill the click? There's still a little latency situation I'll just do a non-thinking thinking I'm already late for the bungalow meeting to explain Why it's been nearly four years since they've heard anything And now that the time and the money is out or pretty much out They feel they should know what this whole thing's about and I get it I'll slur my city words into the mind grinder microphone My skull isn't soft anymore it has cracks in it like a floor This stuff just leaks out now whenever it wants to in cars with kids In front of my brother and sister let's just keep going in loops 'Cause I've got nowhere to be nowhere nowhere special I've got nowhere to be nowhere nowhere special I've got nowhere to be I've got nowhere to be I've got nowhere to be nowhere nowhere special Don't make me cry in the back of a black car I don't care where we're going just keep going and going in loops There's still some kind of low latency slippage And it knocks me off my teeth and I get sound-sick and sound schizophrenic You know what? I love you for saying yes when you know I don't believe it All that shouting across the pool and all that talk of affection I'll slur your slishy words into my mind grinder kiosk So we can spend most of the time going out to lunch against our will I found a new way to clear out an old mood Why do I let it get to me? Go ahead and have another breakthrough uh-huh You'll become an art project in a blue pleated skirt Stand on a drop cloth lift the thing up Down goes the blood and down goes my career as a Catholic You're gonna lose your cool if we keep revising this Let's start over latency's getting in front of me now It knocks me off my rhythm and it messes with my glow A bat can haul our recording equipment into the woods I know we shouldn't but I feel like we should It's not a novel on a plane it's not an after-party pinnacle You know there's no lust for it in here there's no place for lust Write it on a baseball until the white skin runs out Your life's entirely optional we're going for honesty spirals Highlighted oily areas that really rewire your linear melon I beg for your attention I never command it look at me look at me look at me I got another new credit card from some Silicon-Valley vulture And a vat of Vaseline to slip into our sleepy souls with We'll smear it on a mirror in a queer cursive slant We'll get a shitty hotel where you can open your heart and you can explain it to me In a thin red pen on a yellowing leaf Are we ever gonna talk? Are we ever going to ignore it? The way that you avoid my eyes and how it destroys me I want to believe in this one little fantasy What is it for you? Because this frazzled my guts I've got nowhere to be I've got nowhere to be nowhere nowhere special I've got nowhere to be nowhere nowhere special I've got nowhere to be I've got nowhere to be I've got nowhere to be nowhere nowhere special In a language of containment we let our lips get electric And slide our teeth along the lines we never meant to mention Dry mouth take a bow before we compromise to death Good drugs and goldfish are the best parts of both of us A good chance of rain between patches of sun Is one of the all-time greatest weather reports isn't it? I guess it goes without saying it goes without saying It's way too hot to hold hands I had to get my nails out of my hair because my dream has all been real I'm hung up on you you know what we should get away I can get you in a pick-up I can take you to the house we almost never built by mistake We can go camping inside Indian caves I can put your legs on my makeup table I don't know where to be I've got nowhere special I've got nowhere to be nowhere nowhere special I've got nowhere to be I've got nowhere to be I've got nowhere to be nowhere nowhere special I'll slur my city words into the mind grinder microphone This stuff leaks out wherever it wants to in cars with kids Don't make me cry in the back of a black car I don't care where we're going There's still some kind of low latency slippage It knocks me off my teeth and I sound sick and schizophrenic You know what? You know what? I love you And all that shouting across the pool and talk of affection I'll slur your slishy words I found a new way to clear out my old mood 'Cause you've become an art project in a pleated skirt Standing on a drop cloth Down goes the blood start over A bat can haul our recording equipment into the woods I know we shouldn't but I feel like we should
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