Something’s going down around here
I could have sworn I saw you
In the shadows at 2AM
Through dispersing masses
I blinked my eyes and you were gone
Through this kaleidoscope of trash and dope
You cut the rope
But I can’t say anything bad about you
Anything bad about you
Quarter past three
The city’s legs are spread
I’d rather die than share my air with all these
Hipster assholes and coked out fossils
The sun comes up at six
I think I spied you in the parking lot
Tongue tying knots in his mouth
But I know that you’d never lie to me
That you’d never liе me
Thought you’d never liе to me
Thought you’d never lie to me
Hello anxiety
My old friend depression
Have you seen lucidity?
When life’s a fucking atrocity
When life’s a fucking atrocity