You say you just want to stand there and dim out
Just going to root there in space
So because there ain't nobody really joked about your inventory
Sub-celestial articles from neutral stations
From the game participants and by far most lineal family
Break strike pattern stripe break to face
When you get so quiet and depressed, hidden
And I drop away again
Can't understand, I want to die again
I'm out here in the swell
Getting fucked up trying to cure you
It's so draining
Really, how can I help if you won't talk to me?
Thought you were a runaway
Not just a cliche
When you get so quiet and depressed, hidden
And I drop away again
Can't understand, I want to die again
I'm splashing in the waves
Getting fucked up trying to cure you
It's so draining
How can I help if you won't talk to me?
I thought you were a special friend
I'm your friend
