It was the end of the world, when I turned eighteen Didn't really think about it, didn't really want to talk about it My lips were always chapped in the winter (chapped in the winter) All my friends swiped left on tinder I suck in the air through my teeth We were all peachy keen Still all peachy keen Step inside the jaws of a past life, Color ridden magazine, I believe now When you touch me, When you stare at me—intensely prismatic stone cold eyes— Possessive form of mine Running (running, running, running) feel the beat slow it down Eyes wide open soak in my surroundings like Henry Bemis Last man on earth, Like the world in reverse, like the world in reverse I close my eyes, Feel the blood pulse through my veins it's time to go, oh Happy birthday happy birthday happy birthday happy birthday Happy birthday happy birthday happy birthday happy birthday Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you