Swallow me
Taking me out another wannabe
I see your eyes are lights and sounds
What's wrong with therapy?
Guiding us into singularity
Guiding us into singularity
Everything you said stopped me dead
Everything was black and blue
What's wrong with conspiracy?
Guiding us into mediocracy
Guiding us into mediocracy
We look to the sky just like we did in junior high
The clouds form a picture of you
What's wrong with anxiety?
Guiding us into insobriety
Guiding us into insobriety
Guiding us into insobriety