i used to think if i could realize i'd die then i would be a lot nicer used to believe in a lot more now i just see straight ahead
that's not to say i don't have good times but as for my days i spend them waiting
crash sites keep me up at night impact division it splits in two directly underneath you
as for those things (as for those things) that act as markers in your life but in between (but in between) you can't remember and so it seems (and so it seems) that you've grown up and over me (up and over me) and these silly things (these silly things) i like to dwell on
test sites keep me up at night chainlink and meters i talk to you it's cold out there but i'm telling you i'm lonely too
facts versus romance you go and call yourself the boss but we're not robots inside a grid
text versus romance you go and add it all you want still we're not robots inside a grid