Desert Island Questionnaire-Conor Oberst

　　Say that you were stranded on a desert island.

　　What books you gonna bring? What friends would tag along?

　　Say you had a month, you knew you were dying.

　　How'd you spend your time? What goodbyes would take too long?

　　You don't like this game and you take exception.

　　Who wants all this trouble, even hypothetical?

　　With the charging sky above and the ground below that could swallow everyone.

　　Staring at your phone at another party.

　　Spent a lot on clothes. Got a lotta skin to show.

　　People in the pool like a drowning army.

　　Smoke along the moats and the hotel lobby glows.

　　Wish that you could dance but you got no partner.

　　Keep tapping on your glass cause you wanna make a toast.

　　To the ennui of our times. To the selfishness in everyone you know.

　　Made a lot of friends but they can't be trusted,

　　Don't know what their angle is.

　　Post up at the bar and I'm double-fisting,

　　Talking to a mannequin.

　　Don't know what it means when he takes my pulse

　　And says that I'm a lot like him.

　　I say that's fair enough, that's why I'm trying to loosen up.

　　Every lunatic must be well intentioned.

　　Sets himself apart. He's an instrument of God.

　　He took her from the playground to the farmhouse cellar.

　　Kissed her while he killed her like a good Samaritan.

　　They finally found her body many autumns after.

　　Interviewed her mother, said she'd now be twenty-one.

　　And although we lost her young,

　　I know the good lord has a plan for all of us.

　　Mormons at the door, they look clean and handsome,

　　Always have a good sales pitch.

　　Your little sister swears she can paint my aura

　　But I can't take her serious.

　　Need something to blame for this human nature.

　　Is that what this condition is?

　　I'm so bored with my life. But I'm still afraid to die.

　　Everyone's asleep in this burning building

　　And I can't wake them up in time.

　　You go on ahead, I'll be right behind you.

　　We're headed to the finish line.

　　I can't get closer until this is over.

　　Pretend that you were stranded on a desert island.

　　What would be the message that you'd spell out for the plane?

　　Say the engine failed when that plane was flying.

　　If you were the pilot, would you curse or would you pray?

　　No one's gonna cry at this John Doe funeral.

　　Not a lot to say. Didn't even have a name.

　　Light a candle just in case he was someone's friend.

　　Throw some flowers on the grave.