On my phone in the depths of the month
Only cold cause I'm feeling too much
And you know I dont wanna wake up
I'm inside the wrong body for this
Could've chosen to listen and shit
But it's hopeless to try and re live
Dont think too much
Delusions push us where we need
Dont think too much
Delusions push us where we need
Log off and breath
Reclaim my feet
I have no will
This season dreams
On bluelit screens
They build me up just to break me
White display wont respond to my touch
Concord gas for a package of butts
I can cheat my way out of this rut
IOS needle sets wanna f*ck?
Google porn I'm not falling in love
Cuz we like using sex as a drug
Dont think too much
Delusions push us where we need
Dont think too much
Delusions push us where we need