Nihilists with good imaginations
I am satisfied
Hiding in our friends apartment
Only leaving once a day
To buy some groceries
Daylight, Im so absent minded
Nighttime meeting new anxieties
So am I erasing myself?
Hope Im not erasing myself
I guess it would be nice to give my heart to a God
But which one, which one do I choose?
All the churches filled with losers, psycho or confused
I just want to hold the divine in mind
And forget, forget, forget, forget, forget
All of the beautys wasted
Lets fall back to earth and do something pleasant
Say it
We fell back to earth like gravitys bitches, bitches
Physics makes us all its bitches
I guess it would be nice to help in your escape
From patterns your parents designed
All the party people dancing for the indie star
But hes the worst faker by far in the set
I forget, forget, forget, forget, forget
All of the beautys wasted
I guess it would be nice
Show me that things can be nice
I guess it would be nice
Show me that things can be nice
Youve got my back in the city
Youve got my back, cause I dont want to panic
Youve got my back in the city
Youve got my back, cause I dont want to panic