||| LYRICS ||| A couple years ago, I was told that I could be a miracle Something theoretical, I guess It's kinda like a psychedelic lie, and yet it tries to be A line between the villains and the rest A cloudy day, run on latent aripiprazole Missing what I reckon is a soul So flip a coin, let's rejoin our family in the mirror world Seeing things that cannot be retold A year ago, I was told that I could be a miracle Something theoretical, I guess It's kinda like a psychedelic lie, and yet it tries to be A line between the villains and the rest Nostalgia from a wall of barricaded faded memories Impartial to the carnal scenery Apparently, guarantees are only found peripherally Drinking to a total mystery Well, no matter what I say It's confusing either way Well, no matter what I say It's confusing either way Stars always watching from afar, turning who you are In the end, it left me delicately scarred beyond pathological facade Don't you find it odd? Secretarial speaking Go on, praise me like a god! Don't you find it odd? Go on, praise me like a god! A couple unaware, laughter in the air after galling Falling head-first down a flight of stairs It's kinda like a pre-angelic bygone wannabe Who's heading towards god-knows-where Bye-bye-bye goes the time, turning on a dime Gone without the reason or a rhyme So flip a coin, let's rejoin our family in the mirror world Where everybody's crooked by design A year ago, I was told that I could be a miracle Something theoretical, I guess It's kinda like a psychedelic lie, and yet it tries to be A line between the villains and the rest The Tower is gonna fall, and you'll silently rebuild it all Knowing someone else would be appalled You're crying as you call out Halt and move on without someone that you think a lot about Well, no matter what I say It's confusing either way Well, no matter what I say It's confusing either- Sunday was jarringly redone; a faulty illusion The ending left misunderstood amnesia for a diorama love Who will I become? It's a bittersweetly never-ending phobia Who will I become? Never-ending phobia A couple years ago, I was told that I could be a miracle A cloudy day, run on latent aripiprazole A couple years ago, I was told that I could be a miracle Y'know, nostalgia from a dolled-up lucid dream is only clinical A couple unaware, laughter in the air after falling Good bye-bye-bye goes the time, turning on a dime A couple years ago, I was told that I could be a miracle The Tower is gonna fall, and you'll silently rebuild it all Sunday was jarringly redone; a faulty illusion The ending left misunderstood amnesia for a diorama love Who will I become? It's a bittersweet utopia Stars always watching from afar, turning who you are In the end, it left me delicately scarred beyond pathological facade Don't you find it odd? Secretarial speaking Go on, praise me like a god! Don't you find it odd? Go on, praise me like a god!
I swear I'll stop posting about this song I just can't stop listening to it.
