Drowned in a cold typhoon
Signs like an Ancient Rune
Its hotter than June...
Whirlwind of emotion
I'm moving in slow motion
Whispers of ocean...
Turning my brain into goo
Turning my brain into goo
You really really need to chill
All alone in the darkest room
All I did was I texted you
You called me a poob...
I don't know what to do
You call me I call you
What should I do?
Turnin my brain into goo
Turnin my brain into goo
You really really need to chill
Turnin my brain into mush
Turnin my brain into mush
You really really need to chill