I used to want to mean something to somebody But people never see the side of you you want to be And when the air is smoke and when the sky burns out I hope no one is looking at me when the sun explodes Perfect blue, put my PayPal in a coffin Small dick, small balls, what you want from me? Fuck up every so often Yeah, we got problems every so often I'm grateful for the time we had to do childish things Like making songs like this one Stars shooting overhead as everything in the universe falls apart How romantic, like kissing under fireworks, but... As our bodies burn to light As our bodies turn to raw energy with no identity, uh... Let's meet back here again We can do a little show We can sing a couple songs We can fight over how the songs go I know it's not much For all the things in the world Not much, but let's just have Let's just still try to have fun