Look at this idiotic fool that you made me, You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else. And you know damn well, For you, I would ruin myself A million little times.
I want to believe instead I look at the sky and I feel nothing, You know I hate to be alone. I want to be wrong
I don’t know why I am the way I am There’s something in the static, I think I’ve been having revelations coming to in the front seat, nearly empty, Skip the exit to our old street and go home. Go home alone
I thought I’d met you once or twice but that was just because the dabs were nice at opening up my mind, Showing me consciousness is primary in the universe. And I had a revelation, I'll be your child if you insist, I mean, if it was you that made my body, You probably shouldn't have made me atheist.
When you find an old picture of us, And you clear away the dust. I hope you miss me sometimes, When you see a frame that reminds you of me. Do you remember the times, Oh the times that we believed?
I don't smoke, Except for when I'm missing you to remember your mouth... How it tasted true.