Our love always feels like the morning after
But I'm glad to be waking up with you
Oh I know what it means when we're working backwards
It feels like the barrier to entry
Is red light green light red light
And it's got to be right
And don't get me started about the whys and the hows
All of our lives are red and green lights and how could that be right
When we work ourselves into travesty
All because the kids are singing "Hell is other people"
All because the youth are voting to not breed
Our way of life is under pressure it's coming to an end
You got to admit it
You got to admit it
You got to admit it
There might be metaphysical
There might be metaphysical
There might be metaphysical
Mystical
Mythical
Plastic fantastic fables
We are together now
I love you
