First things first, I'm incredibly annoying.

Chopping problems, that's my crime.

I just don't respond to yelling.

Maybe sit your ass in time, and I'll hear you down the line.

Guess I'm the issue here, and that's absolutely fine.

What illusion were we at?

I'm the lord you just got.

I feel like was about to fit through my soul.

And behold, it's your mighty truthful fault.

I'm not tired anymore I'm ready to be a

I'm ready to be a monster anymore I'm ready to be a, to be a, to be a, to be a, to be a

I'm ready to be ya I'm ready to be ya I'm ready to be ya

Twist, twist, turns, what's that written in your sign?

Kinda sexy, slightly kitsch, Mr. Feeling, did you mind?

What's beyond Sunday attractions?

With my hips up, gallop traction, tasting your lack of affection Everything was a projection This thing really hurt my brain, lover

Need now three to five business days to recover, though.

I'm not sad anymore.

I'm ready to be at home.

I'm not saying you are ready to be.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I'm not sad anymore I'm ready to spend it all