[Verse 1]
I'll die way before Methuselah
So I'll fight sleep with ammonia
And every morning, with eyes all red
I'll miss them for all the tears they shed
[Chorus]
But I'm actually good
Can't help it if we're tilted
I'm actually good
Can't help it if we
I'm actually good
Can't help it if we're tilted
I'm actually good
Can't help it if we're tilted
[Verse 2]
I miss prosthesis and mended souls
Trample over beauty while singing their thoughts
I match them with euphoria
When they said, je am plus much what you
[Chorus]
[Spoken break]
Us and the man we're out
Worse than a simple half
We count at half and half
br/>Pile on one of the sides
Like origami
The outstretched arm seems broken
Everything is just ears and ears
br/>These weird children
Spit out outside as if by chance
Hiding the effort in the scratching post
And a creepy song as a standard
Who goes:
[Middle eight]
I'm doing my face
With magic marker
I'm in my right place
Don't be a downer
[Chorus ( + M8 as background)]

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