(The surrealists were just) nihilists with good imaginations

I am satisfied hiding in our friends apartment

Only leaving once a day to buy some groceries

Daylight I'm so absent minded nighttime meeting new anxieties

So am I erasing myself? hope I'm not erasing myself

choose?

All the churches fill with losers psycho or confused

I just want to hold the divine in mine and forget all of the beauty's wasted

Let's fall back to earth and do something pleasant

We fell back to earth like gravity's bitches

Physics makes us all it's bitches

designed

All the party people dancing for the indie star but he's the worst faker by far

But in the set I forget all of the beauty's wasted

Guess it could be nice show me that things can be nice

You've got my back in the city you've got my back cause I don't want to panic