Again was hiding in the trash
where to belong to
when i got caught up in your driveway
the feeling got numb but you felt like a certain
Numbers nothing real in my head
I want to get out and talk shit that was fucking my brain
You got it got it got it got it
Nothing really matters right?
Atoms and bigger explosions
Talking of future plans houses – Am I homo?
What is your favorite dish I don’t give a fuck
Want me to be your parent forget that shit no
Too little doo hickie too much talk sucks
to be a part of your prophecy