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I saw you walk in
At the time you knew what you wanted
You're used to being underwhelmed and treated like garbage
My friend, that is not this
On second thought it's
Probably a conversation you should have with your psychologist
And I don't know a priest?
At any rate, it's obvious to us you have the worst disease
And the only place you could've got it quote-unquote, the scene
So if you wanna cure that sickness then just come with me
And you can splash around in our pool of blood
While everybody else is trying to be cool as fuck
We want the real you, the weird you, the queer you
So leave the other bullshit in the rear view
It's the Snailmate Show
Thank you all for tuning in
To the Snailmate Show
Now we are your new best friends
It's the Snailmate Show
And we're coming to your house
With the Snailmate Show
I see you sobbing
You say they're happy tears I'm not convinced
It's hard the first time you pull your fingers out your noggin
The world is a hot mess
This might sound toxic
But you should really schedule an appointment with an astrologist
But only you know what you need
Cuz Bentley and myself are just a couple fucking dweebs
And all that we can really hope to do is guide you towards some peace
Maybe you inspire you to get the fuck up out your seat
And we can fool around and see what happens
Slide up in your heart and get those atriums clapping
It's a casual call to action
Answer if you want or just continue getting catfished
It's the Snailmate Show
Thank you all for tuning in
To the Snailmate Show
Now we are your new best friends
It's the Snailmate Show
And we're coming to your house
With the Snailmate Show
Now we're sleeping on your couch
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Written by: Bentley Monet, Kalen Lander
