So! How’ve you been?
I’ve been doing fine myself.
Sinking into the void as per my usual.
Man each day must be twice the length of a week here,
And you’re spending it with me man it’s your funeral.

It’s delusional! I say! But somewhat excusable.
The way you look at me it’s crazy to see
You think I’m beautiful,
And I can’t argue with that, no,
But you don’t know what’s in store.

So! You’re in love.
Well aint that the tits.
You know with feelings so pure
I’d bet your visions obscured.
I knew you back then and you haven’t matured,
And neither have I.
Just a kid with no dreams.
Not sure what I believe,
But I wake up each morning, fall apart at the seams.
I keep going off but you’re getting the theme.

What’s the point of it all
If they’ll kill us eventually.
I’ll just take my mind
Moving interdimensionally.
It’s nothing to me. It’s nothing to me.
I’m in the vibe and I’m feeling free.
Take the day and take the night.
Take the weak and take the might.
It’s just a pointless fuckabout.
We’re here that’s all there is throughout.

Well it’s groovy baby.
Yeah it’s quite divine.
There are so many things
Wrong with my mind.
And it’s all for you,
You lucky girl.
Come have a taste
Of my shattered world.

Well it’s too late. (it’s too late)
it’s too late. (it’s too late)
it’s too late. (it’s too late)
it’s too late. (it’s too late)
it’s too late. (it’s too late)
it’s too late. (it’s too late)
it’s too late. (it’s too late)
You’re in it now.

So! What’s a girl gotta do round these parts
To get some direction of what to do in life?
Cause I’ve been drawing a blank for 20 odd years.
This soul-sucking cycle can bring you to tears.
It’s all been done before.

Take it from me, I know my way ‘round,
Except bitch I don’t I’m making this up as I go.
I think we all are. This shit is hard.
It’s getting too late to restart.
It’s just whatever.
I’m breaking the rhyme scheme.
I don’t care what you think.
Maybe I’ll try harder next stanza.
1, 2, 3, let’s go!

Damn! Say what you will ‘bout the world.
I’ve got tons of gripes ‘bout how things have unfurled.
You’re looking at me like you can’t say a word,
But life can be good with you girl.
Taking a break on the sofa, slipping myself in a coma,
Sit your ass down taking in the aroma.
It’s all been done before.

For something so short, life sure takes a while.
All these years passed and I’m still just a child.
Could use some support or a reason to smile.
Moving too fast man this isn’t my style.
And who’s to say, what to do?
How to deal with me and you?
And I’m just crazy through and through.
But so are you so that makes two.

Well it’s groovy baby.
Yeah it’s quite divine.
There are so many things
Wrong with my mind.
And it’s all for you,
You lucky girl.
Come have a taste
Of my shattered world.

Well it’s too late. (it’s too late)
it’s too late. (it’s too late)
it’s too late. (it’s too late)
it’s too late. (it’s too late)
it’s too late. (it’s too late)
it’s too late. (it’s too late)
it’s too late. (it’s too late)
You’re in it now.