It was the end of the world, when I turned eighteen
Didn't really think about it, didn't really want to talk about it
My lips were always chapped in the winter (chapped in the winter)
All my friends swiped left on tinder
I suck in the air through my teeth
We were all peachy keen
Still all peachy keen
Step inside the jaws of a past life,
color ridden magazine, I believe now
When you touch me,
when you stare at me—intensely prismatic stone cold eyes—
Possessive form of mine
Running (running, running, running) feel the beat slow it down
Eyes wide open soak in my surroundings like Henry Bemis
Last man on earth,
like the world in reverse, like the world in reverse
I close my eyes,
feel the blood pulse through my veins it's time to go, oh
Happy birthday happy birthday happy birthday happy birthday
Happy birthday happy birthday happy birthday happy birthday
Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you
