Laying down on the lawn
I'm tired of trying to get in the house
I'm thinking out loud

I've been playing dead
My whole life
And I get this feeling
Whenever I feel good
It'll be the last time

But I feel something
When I see you now
I feel something
When I see you

If you're a work of art
I'm standing too close
I can see the brush strokes

I hate your mom
I hate it when she opens her mouth
It's amazing to me
How much you can say
When you don't know what you're talking about

But I feel something
When I see you now
I feel something
When I see you

I used to light you up
Now I can even get you
To play the drums
'Cause I don't know what I want
Until I fuck it up

But I feel something
When I see you now
I feel something

I'll climb through the window again
But right now it feels good not to stand
Then I'll leave it wide open
Let the dystopian morning light pour in

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING
Writer(s): Marshall Vore, Nicholas White, Phoebe Bridgers