I never was a fan of the internet She never felt that safe in her own head We both hate the news There for the grace of God goes you Smiling when I ask if she's bored yet Wonder if we took it too far Both taste confused Darling, what am I to do? I'd like to think that I'm The only guy she'll see tonight You can call me what you like As long as you call me And you could kiss the skin from my lips If it makes you feel good I'm not sure if you want it Not sure if you need me too And you can taste the beer On every guy who talks to you But you can't stay awake forever No, you can't stay awakе forever And so I find myself in your mum's bedroom Fighting with the pink roller blinds It's on pay-per-view Just place your bets on who's lost their mind Take a pirouette under duvet set Sigh with perfect pitch and with time I'm not made for you But what else is new? Oh Lord, she tells me that it's nothing I really hope it's nothing And you can kiss the skin from my lips If it makes you feel good I'm not sure if you want it Not sure if you need me too And you can taste the beer On every guy who talks to you But you can't stay awake forever No, you can't stay awake forever This just in I am a total fucking dumbass And I've come to the uncomfortable conclusion I'll be spending the rest of my life in a state of constant paranoia Just let me follow you And I'll proceed to bang my head on every doorway And door frame you see suitable for us to go through And I've found that the road to happiness is paved With rows and rows Of very tempting parking spaces I'm not paranoid, I'm a realist I know you're gonna kill me! And you can kiss the skin from my lips If it makes you feel good I'm not sure if you want it Not sure if you need me too And you can taste the beer On every guy who talks to you But you can't stay awake forever No, you can't stay awake forever And you can kiss the skin from my lips If it makes you feel good I'm not sure if you want it Not sure if you need me too And you can taste the beer On every guy who talks to you But you can't stay awake forever No, you can't stay awake forever

Is this what you needed? Is this what it's worth? To see the hidden folders, tool tipping out the dirt I wish that I could kiss the pixels off your lips Describe our naked bodies over Zoom call partnerships Is this why you see him at Tesla dealerships? His watch doesn't have his name on How will he know it's his? The sun reflected light off hilltop window pane His grass is the wrong shade of green, but he can pay to make a change They'll tell you this is normal They'll tell you this is love I'm not sure if the stuff I want is even worth the price it costs Three cars in every garage, and six seats between 'em They'll sell you the rope by which you'll hang yourself Is this why you need me? To break what you can't chew? To ram the Holy Scriptures down throats in tennis shoes? Our Father, who art thou, Central Monterey Take it from me, baby It's worse when you can't pay It's worse when you can't pay It's worse when you can't pay They'll tell you this is normal They'll tell you this is love I'm not sure if the stuff I want is even worth the price it costs Three cars in every garage, and six seats between 'em They'll sell you the rope by which you'll hang yourself So tell me, is it normal to totally lose your mind? I won't announce my sheer descent But, holy fuck, there will be signs We're all on a CFIT So take what you see fit They'll sell you the rope by which you'll hang yourself (It's golden hour somewhere) (It's golden hour somewhere) (It's golden hour somewhere) They'll sell you the rope by which you'll hang yourself

And every sentence that I spoke began and ended in ellipsis Each of eight fingers gripping what he wrote Clung on tightly, like parenthesis And for each correctly used apostrophe I could feel my heart sink inside my chest in front of me So, maybe the lining of a winter's coat Mightn't be the best place to hide a summer secret You said every photo that you took that festival Got lost in your camera in an insurance scam And though underexposed, I could see from the quality His K Records T-shirt, and you holding his hand And I know he took you to the beach I can tell from how you bite on your cheek Every time the sand falls from your insoles And when our eyes meet All I can read Is, "You're the B-side" They say, "It's not what you like, it's what you're like as a person" Well, I need new hobbies, that's one thing for certain "It's not what you like, it's what you're like as a person" Well, I need new hobbies, that's one thing for certain

I'm sure that your heart's in the right place I'm sure that you break more than I make My mother says you're up your own arse Like stagehand, a puppet show But hell, what does she know? You're so appealing We can barely see your hair receding You're a man of few needs Little sleep, thoughts are deep Sound as good with slurred speech as I do when I'm sober He's always right, you're never right Get me out of here 'Cause you're just scared You're just scared of the future He's got a bus, he's got a bike Get me out of here And you're just scared You're just scared of the future I guess this makes you right The boys must be lucky that you didn't try out here tonight 'Cause you're so relievin' You're like a breath of fresh air on a warm summer evening It's up to you, right? Deciding the night Isn't over but fight just to make sure the song does (wait) (Whoo) He's always right, you're never right Get me out of here 'Cause you're just scared You're just scared of the future He's got a bus, he's got a bike Get me out of here Now you're just scared You're just scared of the future You're just scared You're just scared of the future You're just scared You're just scared of the future

(Whoo!) Said I'd understand when I'm older Said I'd understand the things they do Falls asleep on his shoulder in the breakroom She falls asleep on his shoulder in the breakroom She said she'd been inside for too long Well, no shit, could you tell us something new? You can tell he's lying 'cause his lips move You can tell he's lying 'cause his lips move It must be nice to be the reason His work, it ain't so bleak That must be what motivates you That must be what motivates you All he needs is to see you smiling And, well, you light up his whole week Imagine the kind of things he'd do to you If there weren't so many cameras And you're keeping a dark secret But you're talking in your sleep Totally banned from the kitchen Citing workplace health concerns But they wouldn't tip you if it healed you No, they wouldn't tip you if it healed you She says "The country's sweating out a fever" A fever born by what you do And what kind of pressure do they put on you? What kind of pressure did they put on you? But at least she's waiting for you Glass of wine after a long day She'll dry your eyes on serviette Dry your eyes on serviette Fall asleep in her dad's Ford Mondeo That she stole from him yesterday You look so cute when you're so angry If I'm going down, you're coming with me And you think that it gets better Just you wait until next week You're keeping a dark secret But you're talking in your sleep