The things I see, the things I love
Skeptical for no reason
Ambivalent for my age
We walk separate steps
We move in the same stage
It grows and it grows
This fondness of mine
It’ll destroy and decay
Gently over time
Perhaps violently
Instead of my reasons
Your soft embrace
Comes and goes like the seasons
Apathy forms
A looming cloud
You know just how
To make me proud
Please say those words aloud
We like to dance like that
Look cool from the back
Swallow up straight Jack
Drinks in the summertime
Shade where it’s hollow
Find time to serenade the bees
Always seem to be in-between
The timing is always nice
It’s crisp, it’s softly precise
Don’t think twice
Your face is fine
Don’t think twice
Your skin peels slow
Like layers on a vine
Left the car engine running
Had to take hourly pills
Left the backseat down
For little teenage thrills
Arcades and champagne
Arguing till dawn
Half past two o clock
Apathy makes me yawn
A skilled spirit
A whiskey double shot
A grapefruit smoothie
Some like it hot
It’s worth it
It’s not worth it
It’s worth it
It’s not worth it
Lacking the lust of transit
Midtempo-inspired decor
The guests sip, sip champagne
They always ask for more
Hysteria has come about
All upon the floor
He think he’s so bad
Calls himself hardcore
But I know what
Is really beneath
Whatever you give
Returns through sharp teeth
And he liked me polished
And he loved his bad posture
But with prevarication like that
I wouldn’t even bother
Never not feeling fine
Sleeping until July
Get frostbitten in the wintertime
You’re looking solemn but you’ve arrived
Pen and paper, how we thrive
Rip everything to pieces
Red cherries and crisp branches
Roaring hot red avalanches
It all ends with hell