Death Jokes. May 10. Sub Pop. Everybody wants everything to come so easily.  Everybody wants to be comfortable, but they’re so uncomfortable. We have so much of everything that it means nothing. We take so much that we get nothing at all. Some of us find a way to have our voices heard, but most of us are just being used. You think they’re hearing you, but they’re not. You say be yourself, but you won't break the rules. Poor cops, don’t let them tell you what to do. You would punch a lot harder if you stopped being so cynical. Fuck when you fuck, punch when you punch, love when you say you love. We talk about wanting inclusion, but we shout about it while we hide in our cells. We talk about being manipulated, but we do so using their methods and means. They want us to feel like we are heard, so they encourage us to attack each other. They tell us self-obsession is self-expression.   You say no one cares about you, but you don’t care about them. My songs are all death jokes, and will long outlive me. They remind me not to take myself too seriously. I barely wrote them anyway. So who am I kidding? And when I break the rules and speak honestly to you because I love you, that joke might get me killed too. There is more that’s tragic than what you think is tragic. Wake up, live in love. You say life is hard, but it’s a joke. The world is not about to end, in fact it’s just beginning.