作曲 : Bryan Sammis

One, two, three, four
Sometimes its hard to love yourself
Sometimes you let the milk go sour
Sometimes you have amazon deliver instead of leaving the house
Sometimes you sleep for sixteen hours

And I'm sick of being alone in my apartment
And I'm sick of being alone
I'm sick of being asked what it is I need to be happy
What I need is wrong
What I need is black, no cream, two sugars & strong

Rose petals
Death metal

Love, trust, communication
Fake orgasms, passive aggression
Drugs, withdrawal, my life is over
I need a drink at the Golden Gopher
Fantasy books at happy hour
The lion, the witch, the wardrobe, the coward

And then maybe
Death metal

"I feel like you could crash right now and it might be good for me"
I say to my lift driver nervously
"I feel like we could get rid of all money
And give everyone fake points, Steve"
I say to my lift driver confidently

He says "all I need from you is five stars"
"All I need is five crisp, sparkling, gold damn stars"

Rose petals
Death metal

I'm taking shrooms to kill the demons
Dating sites to find a reason to get out, life's exciting
Kill me slowly, I'm already dying
Marlboro reds, the blues, the balance
Beer soaked image of your grandparents couches
Of the couches

Of the couches
Of the couches

And maybe also death metal