Can I be your flyin' partner? We could go up

I'm not afraid of the darkness, I relish the stuff

Ooh, I love a mystery novel, how will it end?

We could be friends, but your Splice account is almost empty

And what then? (What then?)

Can I be your flight attendant?

Servin' it up in the back of a gaudy, souped-up McMansion

You're so handsome when you're dancin' in a loft in 2012

The world didn't end, but it feels like it's gone now (Feels like it's gone now)

A late-stage self-portrait

Last ride, let's kill it

Whippin' my ponytail out the window of your daddy's Benz

Whippin' my ponytail out the window of your daddy's Benz (Your daddy's Benz)

Whippin' my ponytail out the window of your daddy's Benz (Ooh)

Whippin' my ponytail out the window of your daddy's Benz

I drank from the stream of forgetting

And I regret it all

What's my name again? What's my age again?

Can I go back again to where it all began? Oh

The world didn't end, but it feels like it's gone now

Another late stage-ism

Last ride, let's kill it

Whippin' my ponytail out the window of your daddy's Benz

Whippin' my ponytail out the window of your daddy's Benz

Whippin' my ponytail out the window of your daddy's Benz

Whippin' my ponytail out the window of your daddy's Benz

Out the window, out the window, ah

Daddy, daddy

Oh, whippin' my, whippin' my

Ponytail out the window, ooh