My friend Mica could kill you I've never trusted anyone more My friend Mica could love you More than I think I ever could You're scary when you're driving Almost killed me in your car On our way upstate, to look at strangers in the mall Knowing nothing's on the other side Everyone went home Scared the people that we love Will get old and uncool We'll all get old and uncool My friend Mica makes me brave I used to be so afraid of crowds My friend Mica loves beige I'd paint the whole word to stop the sound Part of growing up is knowing there's a kid Talking to me from the back of my skull And it's still scared of everything But now it's seeing stars When the doctor sticks a needle in my arm And I'm still seeing stars I'm still seeing stars Like I feel like I was, like freaking out a little bit Having done like, four grams of like psilocybin concentrate in a day