living strange

And if I've been living strange it's 'cause I know no better way
It's just what I'm used to, it's what I'm used to
And if I've been living strange, it's 'cause I know no better way
It's just what I'm used to, what I'm used to

Suicidal thoughts
I told the taxi to drive slow
999, it's a friendly emergency
But — knows what I was thinking
I hung myself from the ceiling
It's a real pretty art installation
Just a cry for attention
No life, no reputation

Posthumous recognition
—, I'm dead but I'll still take it
Golden gates and I'll still make it
Better than this serial date —
I'm trying to create bliss
But my head can't take it
I aim straight but I still miss
And I just can't shake it

And there's something
And there's always something wrong
If it's HD, it's too graphic for me
Dumb down this realness
Leave me feeling

Nothing
Even if there's nothing wrong
And Sundays with no dopamine
There's no happiness
Hanging beside me

Please, I wish you'd listen
I was speaking from the grave before they started digging
Who put me into this position?
Dead and buried
Entombed with my wisdom

I've gone from fine dining
To piercing the packaging
And staying in
A one-man romantic meal
Chill
How do you think I feel?

Set fire to my ego it bursts into flames
I'm waking up with a stranger to feel strange
Use a foreign toothbrush for two days
But her toothpaste, it tastes great
But we moved in the same way, too bad she moved
It's too late, now it's too late

So, if I've been living strange it's 'cause I know no better way
It's just what I'm used to, what I'm used to
And if I've been living strange, it's 'cause I know no better way
It's just what I'm used to, what I'm used to



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Edward Robert Matravers, Murray Cameron Matravers
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