歌词
Your screen can never tell if you're on top
Commit to going out but that's a lot
Chewed down nails obsessed with thought
So eat your memory before it rots
But I get that crashing cars feel retro
To the sadness chasing metro
Who sold her clothes for Tame
Impala tickets at the gothic
And tea bags in your pocket
Because weed's not your taste
So let's by face instead of food
Make strangers feel afraid of you
Chewed down nails obsessed with truth
You won't change you never do
So dress pop culture
And act a little older
And take your medicine
It might help with the state you're in
Dreamscape torture
And dancing sculptures
Regret staying in
With a 12 a.m. that's breathing in your face
Selling butterflies to
Pay for new ways to clear my head
Sleeping all the time to
Think of new ways to make my bed
I don't have a reason
I don't have a reason
To stay
To stay
Don't give me a reason
I don't want a reason
To stay
To stay