Doom Days

When I watch the world burn

All I think about is you

When I watch the world burn

All I think about is you

There must be something in the Kool-Aid

Cruising through the doom days

God knows what is real and what is fake

Last couple years have been a mad trip

How d'you look so perfect?

You must have some portraits in the attic

We'll stay offline so no one gets hurt

Hiding from the real world

Just don't read the comments ever, ever

We fucked this house up like the planet

We were running riot

Crazy that some people still deny it

Think I'm addicted to my phone

My scrolling horror show

I'm live-streaming the final days of Rome

One tab along, it's pornographic

Everybody's at it

No surprise we're so easily bored

Let's pick the truth that we believe in

Like a bad religion

Tell me all your original sins

So many questionable choices

We love the sound that our voice makes

Man, this echo chamber's getting loud

We're gonna choose the blue pill

We're gonna close the curtains

We're gonna rabbit-hole down third-act love now

She's gonna flip some tables

I'm gonna move this tale on

We're gonna rabbit-hole down third-eyed love now

We'll be the proud remainers

Here till the morning breaks us

We run away from real life thoughts tonight

We're gonna Peter Pan out

Fade to the close-up, arms 'round

We're gonna stay naive tonight-night-night

When I watch the world burn

All I think about is you

When I watch the world burn

All I think about is you

You, all I think about is you

So I put my phone down

Fall into the night with you