Hugh Grant & His Consequence

Can you remember when we had this secret party in my cage?

This is not an adult's advice: 'Give me your worst fake name'

This is water, this is peace. Meet me in my kitchen brain

We're not a nuanced portrait, just a sketch for holidays

My mental health is a campaign of an 80s documentary

But you don't need an umbrella to know where the rain is coming from

This time we break promises

This time we spell emptiness

This time when we're lost and dance

With Hugh Grant and his consequence

This time we sell loneliness

We've been made, I'd never guess

This time when we're lost and dance

With Hugh Grant and his consequence

I wrote a letter to a smoked suburban version of ourselves

I really fit in an empty script, let's cut our hair in silence

And if you lose? Change the rules

Just keep smiling with an abstract elation, a lazy die, future, die'

In the first two-thirds a collage of my walls of enthusiasm

Take your radical self-assessment to know where the days are coming from

This time we break promises

This time we spell emptiness

This time when we're lost and dance

With Hugh Grant and his consequence

This time we sell loneliness

We've been made, I'd never guess

This time when we're lost and dance

With Hugh Grant and his consequence

I stare at us from 10 degrees, we sell our NY mysteries

I stare at us from 10 degrees, we sell our NY mysteries

I stare at us from 10 degrees, we sell our NY mysteries

I stare at us, I stare at us, I stare at us