Everybody has a little big lie
Written in our brains to make us fear dying
I poured my thoughts into my journal last night
When you threw a baseball through my window
And danced in the streetlight
You built a metro out of your fixed bike
Debugged my room and smashed the TV on my night
Stand complain how nothing ever ends
Until you take natural selection into your own hands
Stealing from the camera shops
And running from the robocops
I would fight them off for you
Over and over again
Open up the twelfth-floor window
Throwing out the furniture
Break down the doors to the mall
And set my clothes on firе
Over and over again
And they thought that they could take our names
And put our iris colors on a sheet of paper
And open source our private lives
And catalog our misbehavior
The writing in my brain blasting through the stop signs
Holding onto something real
It's your dark brown hair and your original eyes
Or maybe it's just how I feel
Jumping from the westside docks
And running from the robocops
I would fight them off for you
Over and over again
Open up the twelfth-floor window
Throwing out the furniture
Break down the doors to the mall
And set my clothes on fire
Over and over again
Oh, over and over and over again
Over and over
And over and over
And over and over
And over and over again
Nietzsche said most people were born to be a slave
I'd like to ask him how it felt to go insane
Crucify your phone on the wireless charger
And look out at the fog and ask if life gets any larger
Hold the keys in your mouth as we slide under the cars
Faster than my guilty conscience puts itself behind bars
Stealing from the camera shops
And running from the robocops
I would fight them off for you
Over and over again
Open up the twelfth-floor window
Throwing out the furniture
Break down the doors to the mall
And set my clothes on fire
Over and over again