(Thislandis) (I love you, Mochila) ♪ Ayy, hop inside the Spyder and hit start Talking on the phone, saying I'm gon' be a star Moments from the past, I can't wash away the scars Fall into a mirage, make you forget who you are Ayy, hop inside the Spyder and hit start Talking on the phone, saying I'm gon' be a star Moments from the past, I can't wash away the scars Fall into a mirage, make you forget who you are I hate doing wrong, but I can't get it right I lay in my bed, and I can't close my eyes 'Cause my head's in the clouds, but my brain's filled with lies Told myself that I'm dead, don't believe I'm alive Swallow it for no reason Walls closing, shallow breathing I need you to kill this feeling Is there a deeper meaning? That you're my sense for healing? You helped me kill my demons, can't find a better reason I'm hoping you'll notice I'm falling, can't focus I'm calling, on my closest I know that I'm chosen You cut me right open Fall backwards, feel hopeless When I die, just know this Leave tulips, not roses Ayy, hop inside the Spyder and hit start Talking on the phone, saying I'm gon' be a star Moments from the past, I can't wash away the scars Fall into a mirage, make you forget who you are Ayy, hop inside the Spyder and hit start Talking on the phone, saying I'm gon' be a star Moments from the past, I can't wash away the scars Fall into a mirage, make you forget who you are