Catalogues of people
Lined up on my bed
It's such an act of evil
To keep someone on read
But you and me and Elton John seemed to be getting along
So well that afternoon
With hot sauce super strong what could possibly go wrong
I'll have to tell her soon
That I am sensing someting new in this
Hidden in a corner of my mind
But I feel like I like you the best
When you don't know what I'm on about at all
Festivals and sunlight
Dresses for the best
Stereo bombardement
Is messin' with my head
With and empty social battery the greatest form of flattery's to
Just leave me alone
Late night therapy for my newest malady
Think I'll just go straight home
But I am sensing someting new in this
Hidden in a corner of my mind
But I feel like I like you the best
When you don't know what I'm on about at all