And do I curse the moon
Or the sun not coming out
And can I blame it onto others
Or put the burden on myself
Am I dimmer than the future
Future so shy, future not earned
Die Zukunft ist die Nächsten
5 4 3 2 hot girl shit first
Here it comes briefly
Put goggles on
The heart wants what it wants
And it wants some
C'mon give me some
C'mon give me some
C'mon give me some (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
C'mon give me some (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
(C'mon give me some)
C'mon give me some
Give me some
Give me some
Fairy blood sugar
My limbs are tingly
I try to get up
I try and stand up
But I'm faint and I'm laying here
Like a painting of a girl with tuberculosis
Romanticise that, huh
(Try me)
(That was witchy)
