Laying on while the birds are waking up and I told you that shit's bad for you but you don't listen to me anymore
And it's too fragile, I don't know what to say out loud keep collected, bottled up or write it down into these songs that always seem so pretty you know, they're not really pretty at all...
You're discontent in your hearts dementia I don't care about you I don't care about you
I don't care about you And I'm out in space without a trace And I don't care about you I don't care about you
Putting off again an uncertain farewell Before the mirror I keep questioning myself which isn't something that I did before at least according to you
Maybe it was a brought it back here, And I don't know what I want but I know that I'm bored and I guess that you are too
You're discontent in your hearts dementia I don't care about you I don't care about you And I'm made in space without a face And I don't care about you I don't care about you