You
spent your best days working on yourself
Trying to turn your bones and blood
Into something you could sell
Something you could pawn off as a jelly bin
You spent your whole life working on your health
Until one day your atoms disassembled
And go on to form something else
Try telling that to your parable
We stand for nothing sugar It's this generation's wrong text
Gonna love you like a cherub And leave you like a lap dance
Oh,
you wanna save it Oh,
you wanna save the world
You keep pouring out your heart But all I ever hear is oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh
Oh,
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You spend your whole life working on yourself
Trying to turn your bones and blood
Into something you could sell
Something you could point out as intelligent
You spend your whole life working on your health
Until one day your atoms disassemble
And go on to form something else
Try telling that to your therapist
We spend enough in sugar It's a generation-drunk test
Gonna love you like a cherub Gonna leave you like a lap dance
Oh,
you wanna save it Oh,
you wanna save the world
And you keep pouring out your heart But all I ever hear is
Minty oat flowermilk?
Then here it's all
A
movement without motion like altered states or religious straits
All the chemical burns and miracles yours
The target market's a bait,
smirking in retrograde
The boy from Canada,
dragonfly blotter
Another complicated lover,
another pharmaceutical summer
They say you are what you read,
well you can be cold-blooded
I'll be miracle-ing