your bowl is emptyAnd your feet are coldAnd your

you know it's the wrong way roundStill you can't

the Cotillion arrivedWe threw out the televisionModel D-575

You are a child of the universeNo less than dreams and

LostIn her faceCaughtOn the thought of a tasteSoldOn the fantasyBoughtFor a

lights are on, but you're not homeYour mind is

keep on trying meI feel it quietly, tryna silence me,

Now your bowl is emptyAnd your feet are coldAnd your body

HeyWhat's your name?Don't worryDon't be afraidWe won't hurt youHeyLost your way?Don't

our eyes wide open, we— (We, we, we)With our eyes

much loveToo your apart the pieces of your

got a shot, it's not a pistolNumber one spot, I'm

had you once, and now, NadineI just can't seem to

I'm driving so, uh, I'm in charge of the

1: and then I think of when we were

and then I think of when we were togetherLike

1: and then I think of when we were

You didn’t have to cut me offMake out like it never

1: can get addicted to a certain kind of

1: and then I think of when Rec Room