Watching terrible tv
It kills our thoughts
Getting spacier than
An astronaut
Making out with people
I hardly know a lot.
I can't believe what I do
Late at night
I wanna know what it's like
On the inside of love
Standing at the gates,
I see the beauty above
Only when we get to see
The aerial view
Will the patterns show
We'll know what to do
I know the last page so well
I can't read the first
So I just don't start
It's getting worse
I can't find my way in
I try again and again
I'm on the outside of love
Always under or above
Must be a different view
To be a me with a you
Of course i'll be alright
I just had a bad night
I had a bad night
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