I want my ice cream
I want my MTV
Don't want any "All the small things"
I want my Callous Daoboys
God is my pilot
Yes, the lord is my pilot episode
His arms like a power line cut
His kiss like a simulated season of television
And every year there's a heavenly lottery
He's a couples vacation of idolatry
And the winner is two first names
In the raffle to see who the other nine wheels are
Star baby, how's your broken back been since your heartbreak happened and you let it in?
Star baby, did you cry yourself to sleep, slipping off your clothes, buying major keys?
'Cause you can search the entire orchard
You can scratch all the records you own
Strip stark and call it "Searched rip off"
Idol stop and start like a maverick
Yes, my god is a nesting doll
She feels so real in the scheme of it all
She's the rich man's Bermuda Triangle
Swallow when I spit, so I swallow my congestion
And I'm just fine with that
She stole my heart
I don't want it back
I'd rather sing to my muse
Than sell a fucking t-shirt
Star baby, did you deep-fry a piece of the Great Barrier Reef?
Star baby, there ain't nothing harder
Than lovin' someone who just ain't there!
Star baby, are your thoughts disconnected?
Your bashful projection, all at a standstill?
Star baby, who's the one you're thinking of
When you bite my lip and call me overzealous?
I'll be a chew toy for the hound of Baskerville
I'll stop a speeding bullet with time to kill
Don't want any Callous Daoboys
I want my Murder Podcast
My cause is the one that we studied in physics class
My cause is the one on crack cocaine, ecstasy, methamphetamines
Ionospheric entertainment
Singing you to sleep with Haarp Machine songs
Full sable starry-eyed junk food gospel
'Cause I walk into the water, buzzing with electrolytes and sacrilege
To be praised for my plastic lack of inspiration, I get that this is heinous
To burn up on re-entry and call the state a traitor
But I guess that's only half the accusation
In hindsight I was lost and didn't have a map to re-create it
The "home" you said you came with
A moment of weakness, labeled "revelation"
'Cause I walk into the water, buzzing with electrolytes and sacrilege
To be praised for my plastic lack of inspiration, I get that this is heinous
To burn up on re-entry and call the state a traitor
But I guess that's only half the accusation
In hindsight I was lost and didn't have a map to re-create it
The "home" you said you came with
A moment of weakness, labeled "revelation"
