I would sit in coffee shops while contemplating death
And I would wear sincerity like a bulletproof vest
And I’d hold my insecurities right next to my chest
And sell my soul like NFTs, till there was nothing left
And I would wander aimlessly, I was floating and unbound
And I would meditate on weed, it was karmically unsound
But the sadness never lets me breathe, it pins me to the ground
We drag our feet like zombies to the edge of every town
But you were standing next to me, ideating on the end
Drinking Silver Patrón, and contemplating on the bends
You filled with nitrogen dioxide and you said it was the best
I can’t blame you for leaving me, but I’ll tell you what came next:
I fell from a New York skyscraper and I made it out alive
Forgot the thrill of chasing moments, I just wanted to survive
I put my faith in cosmic energy and leapt outside of time
Now I’m back inside of it, and measuring my stride
If you’re on those amphetamines and failing to make sense
Stick your fingers down your throat and focus on Internet trends
In the image of Aphrodite, or Athena, or some Greek god
There’s still a piece of them in everyone, making ends and making odds
I’m not asking you to mend me, or to make any amends
And I’ve let the days sit in the void, coagulating in the blender
Watching the Midnight Gospel and creating 3D renders
If the city never sleeps, the Mouse of Silver is an upender
We’re still rotating in place, just ever slightly far away,
And if I made it through 2020 then I’ll make it through okay
And baby if I’ve learned anything, I’ve learned nothing at all
Sick of circling the drain, that motherfucker is so clogged
I hope rust doesn’t consume you, and I hope you make some noise
I hope trust becomes required at the limits of the void
I hope the money that you make is just as good as your voice
And that money isn’t everything before we get killed by an asteroid
When the nights become too desperate, you’re still reading me to sleep
On some garden gnome absurdity, you keep the ink under your teeth
Staring over into oblivion, I know the world is for the meek
I’ll inherit alcoholism and a desire to compete, with
How you’re altruistic, always have been, wanting more than me
Wanting to try and fix everything, those unrealistic dreams
When you get stuck in the moment, and you cluster in your sheets
Send a prayer to the universe, if I catch it I’ll still breathe, and I…
