Credits

Lyrics

I beg of you my dear friends
To wake up and gander at the smog
But oh no more!
Another day, another crisis
But look! Men's scarves are half-off
Aren't we so cozy
Living life through the looking glass
Where we love just to love
Where severe neck pains and personal gains
Are far less detrimental
Oh, oh, oh
I was living the American Dream
And then I woke up
Acting trivial isn't warped as it seems
But I've had enough
Now let's pause for a brief moment of quiet reflection
Me with my critical insight and constant search for poetic meaning
You with your absurdly overpriced rain jacket in the drizzle of the evening
I suspect we'll lay in this bed 'till your sex appeal has faded with my memory
So let's run away now
The devil won't wait 'till morning
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