- Genre:Pop
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
I must astral projecting
The way I'm sinking through this bed
When I said I couldn't be here
I meant until I'm dead
This certain brand of psychedelics
That's become such a chore
I thought I could be a sailor
Till' I washed up on the shore
I'm separation anxiety in the middle of the street
That little familiarity in every person you meet
The bright side of falling asleep while you drive
Is waking up wrapped in power lines
I'm lonely
Feels like I'm taking blinkers in the backrooms
Always missing all the action
Why would I need to be present
When you could just tell me what happened