Creep, I’m a weirdo, what the hell am I doing here?
Hearts and thoughts, they fade away.
Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry.
I’m not here, this isn’t happening.
No matter how cold the winter, there’s a springtime ahead.
Ignorance is bliss, but I prefer the truth.
I’ll take a quiet life, a handshake of carbon monoxide.
You can try the best you can, you can try the best you can, the best you can is good enough.
Everything in its right place.
The sky is falling, I’m walking back home.
I’m a moth who just wants to share your light.
Karma police, arrest this man, he talks in maths, he buzzes like a fridge.
Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon.
This dance, this dance, is like a weapon of self-defense against the present and the past.
In an interstellar burst, I’m back to save the universe.
You have not been paying attention, you have not been paying attention.
The record drops, my thoughts erased.
The bigger the break, the harder you fall.
I’m not living, I’m just killing time.
I won’t let this train derail my dreams.
There’s nothing to fear, nothing to doubt.
I’ll be waiting with a gun and a pack of sandwiches.
I’m not scared, I’m out of here.
I used to fly like Peter Pan, all the children flew when I touched their hands.
There’s an empty space inside my heart, where the weeds take root.
Just ’cause you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there.
Gravity always wins.
I want to live, breathe, I want to be part of the human race.
One day, I’ll grow wings and fly away.
The truth will mess you up.
Everyone else has had more sex than me.
You do it to yourself, you do, and that’s why it really hurts.
You can laugh, a spin on the axis of depression.
I’m not playing the game, I’m drowning in it.
As my world comes crashing down, I’ll be in the background, laughing.
The fuse that ignites an ebony sky.
Broken hearts make it rain.
Inside my skull there’s a crack.
I will give up anything, except for you.
I drown my sorrows in the deepest ocean, never to be found.
The silence is deafening, the noise is overwhelming.
I feel like I’m stuck inside a dream too soon.
I’m not a vegetable, I will not control myself.
You are my center when I spin away.
We hope that you choke, that you choke.
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