Put up your hair
And toast to the plans that all fell through
We're living' a life beyond repair
We'll get our money back
And paint the ceiling black
Dial-up and fade to blue

In the window
Is going towards the moon.
My hands are shaking'
I hope we'll find the balance soon

The hardest part is the getaway
Do you feel the same?
I'm takin part in this revelry
But I'm a castaway

Come on lemme meditate
oh I'm tryna elevate
feelings wanna delegate
but I'm feeling hella fake
plastic trees, plastic me
while I'm working on my masterpiece, pass the trees
while i'm stuck inside my castle see, blasting beats
tryna laugh, tryna master me
but all i do is masturbate happily
oh what a sap you see
oh what a fat cat caught up in rat trap
caught up thinking that's that
tryna motivate but maybe later I can cash that
check for an ounce of respect
eat less but really I gotta confess
that I lost my mind
two days ago and shit it's getting harder to find
harder to mind my own business
put me on shit list
so not down with the sickness

(You know that) We wanted, wandered, fought it, called it, fend for our middle ground
Feeling the acid in the bedroom, beauty, I could never look away
It's all I can offer, sought out, burnout, guess I'll let you let it go
I'm ready to feel you, fear you, heal you, make you make it fade away
I'm tripping on you
Are you tripping on me?