Screenscape Lyrics

Your screen can never tell if you're on top

Commit to going out but that's a lot

Chewed down nails obsessed with thought

So eat your memory before it rots

But I get that crashing cars feel retro

To the sadness chasing metro

Who sold her clothes for Tame

Impala tickets at the gothic

And tea bags in your pocket

Because weed's not your taste

So let's by face instead of food

Make strangers feel afraid of you

Chewed down nails obsessed with truth

You won't change you never do

So dress pop culture

And act a little older

And take your medicine

It might help with the state you're in

Dreamscape torture

And dancing sculptures

Regret staying in

With a 12 a.m. that's breathing in your face

Selling butterflies to

Pay for new ways to clear my head

Sleeping all the time to

Think of new ways to make my bed

I don't have a reason

I don't have a reason

To stay

To stay

Don't give me a reason

I don't want a reason

To stay

To stay