[Spoken] Oh my God... Hey. Wait... Is that you? It is you. Jesus... what happened to you? Hey, hey - don't go. It's okay. I know you. You remember me? Ooh-ooh-ooh... There you are. Jimothy. [Verse 1] I knew you back when you were straighter, Long before they knew your name. Before the phones and little videos, Before your 15 minutes of fame Seattle rain, an alley light, You used to watch me passing through. Different body, different silhouette - But those eyes? Yeah. Those were you. Same little mask. Same cautious stare. Same way you looked straight through me there. I didn't know where you had been, Or what the world had done to you. [Pre-Chorus] Maybe life got rough. Maybe something went wrong. Maybe you've been carrying it For longer than I know. [Spoken] You hungry? [Verse 1B] I had a kebab wrapped in paper, Garlic dripping down my hand. Broke a little piece and held it out - You didn't seem to understand. You backed away. I stayed right there. No sudden moves, no little trick. One step. Two steps. Tiny fingers... Then you took it. That was it. [Pre-Chorus] Just midnight rain, some roasted meat, and something changed when we both ate. Ooh-ooh-ooh... [Chorus] JIMOTHY! (Ooh-ooh-ooh!) What do you want from me? (Ooh-ooh-ooh!) Every time I turn around, Those little eyes are watching me! JIMOTHY! (Ooh-ooh-ooh!) What kind of thing are you? You don’t say a single word, But somehow you look right through! Jim-Jim-Jimothy! (Ooh-ooh-ooh!) There he goes! Jim-Jim-Jimothy! Nobody knows! (Ooh-ooh-ooh!) Jimothy! (Ooh-ooh-ooh!) [Verse 2] Then one night behind a corner store, Streetlights buzzing overhead, I saw you underneath a parked car, Small and strange and badly bent. Maybe you were born like that. Maybe something hit you once. Maybe life just took your little body And rearranged the parts [Pre-Chorus] Just garlic sauce, a midnight street, your little hands and something changed. Ooh-ooh-ooh... [Chorus] JIMOTHY! (Ooh-ooh-ooh!) What do you want from me? (Ooh-ooh-ooh!) Ever since that stupid night, You show up right on time! JIMOTHY! (Ooh-ooh-ooh!) Sitting there judging me! You don’t say a single word, But somehow you know everything! Jim-Jim-Jimothy! (Ooh-ooh-ooh!) There he goes! Jim-Jim-Jimothy! Now he knows! [Post-Chorus] Ooh-ooh-ooh, Trash-can prophecy! Ooh-ooh-ooh, Cheap therapy! Bad decision? There he is. Good decision? Never see him. Ooh-ooh-ooh... Suspicious. [Verse 3] Had my phone out on the sidewalk, Had a paragraph prepared. Seven screens of “just one question,” Which means obviously I cared. Thumb was hovering on SEND When something moved beside the bin. There you were. Just staring. No. Don't look at me like that. I read the whole thing back again, Deleted every fucking line. You washed your hands and walked away. Fine. You win this time. Then three weeks later, wrong direction, Wrong guy waiting by the door - Guess whose little striped reflection I could see across the road? Every stupid little crossroads, Every beautifully bad idea - Somehow there's a crooked silhouette Conveniently appearing near. [Chorus] JIMOTHY! (Ooh-ooh-ooh!) What do you want from me? (Ooh-ooh-ooh!) Every time I lose my mind, You show up right on time! JIMOTHY! (Ooh-ooh-ooh!) Little trash-can mystery! You don’t say a single word, But somehow you know everything! Jim-Jim-Jimothy! (Ooh-ooh-ooh!) Here we go! Jim-Jim-Jimothy! Nobody knows! [Bridge] Maybe something broke your body. Maybe something broke in mine. Maybe that's why damaged creatures Recognize their own kind. I never tried to make you pretty. You never tried to make me whole. I gave you half my midnight dinner. You kept showing up for my soul. I saw you once before they knew your name, Before the videos, before your viral fame. And maybe that night by the curb Was nothing sacred after all. Maybe you were just a hungry raccoon. Maybe I was just some woman feeding you kebab. ...Then explain the next five years. JIMOTHY! [Final Chorus] JIMOTHY! (Ooh-ooh-ooh!) What do you want from me? (Ooh-ooh-ooh!) Ever since that night somehow, You keep appearing next to me! JIMOTHY! (Ooh-ooh-ooh!) Little broken deity! You don’t say a single word, But somehow you know everything! Jim-Jim-Jimothy! (Ooh-ooh-ooh!) There he goes! Jim-Jim-Jimothy! (Ooh-ooh-ooh!) Nobody knows! Is he fate? Is he fur? Is he something without words? Jim-Jim-Jimothy! One thing I know - IF JIMOTHY SHOWS UP, DON’T SEND THE TEXT! [Post-Chorus] Ooh-ooh-ooh! (Don’t send it!) Ooh-ooh-ooh! (He knows!) Ooh-ooh-ooh! Jimothy! Ooh-ooh-ooh! (My little crooked ghost!) [Outro] [Spoken] You hungry? Yeah. I brought you some. Don’t make it
