Seems like nothing's working out
We both feel we're missing out
On everyday glitter guns and spectacles
I'm sorry I am prone to apathy
As a result of inner anarchy
And it's so hard to get it right
There are helicopters and drones
Circling my bones
Pointing guns, not glitter ones
Their humming from above
Says if I fail I'll lose your love
Screens suck my face in
And I fail to pretend
To see that I am here
Here for everyone
There are helicopters and drones
Circling our bones
Pointing guns, not glitter ones
Their humming from above
Says if we fail we'll lose all love