They’re all on the moon.
They have spread the tune.
Oh what will become of me now.
You feel like you’re so wise, having trivialized things that were made only for a few.
Call me a selfish fuck.
Pray for my bad luck.
I wish that I had never told you about the things I know.
Should have stayed alone playing puzzles in my head.
Feel like all the rest.
Never got that bad.
You’re the one that takes me up to where I want to be.
You’re my milky tea and in spite of all the fuzz, I love you.