Find a way back to
Their cozy grip on my head
Old habits whether
Good or bad make me
All the pieces that I am
Find a way back to
Their cozy grip on my head
Old habits whether
Good or bad make me
All the pieces that I am
We own such wonderful things
We love our little concoctions
We love our wretches and kings
It’s wrong to shatter a window
It’s wrong to take a knee
Turns out it’s always been so
It’s wrong to ever be seen
We own such wonderful things
We love our little concoctions
We love our wretches and kings
It’s wrong to shatter a window
It’s wrong to take a knee
Turns out it’s always been so
It’s wrong to ever be seen
*unless I don’t want to
*unless I don’t want to
And now I know
And now I know
I make a dime
That’s why I skeet
On company time
…wait
I make a dime
That’s why I skeet
On company time
…wait
I want to lock myself in
All that I want is the universe
Guarded by passwords and PINs
I want to live on the internet
My friends are already inside
I’ll hide away til the bitter end
And never relinquish my spite
I want to lock myself in
All that I want is the universe
Guarded by passwords and PINs
I want to live on the internet
My friends are already inside
I’ll hide away til the bitter end
And never relinquish my spite