End of the World

I've got no arms, no legs
No mouth and no brain
It's the end of the world
And it comes in waves
Is that your idea
You're so dismissive
But what's the condition
If I do what is right
What is right
Suppress your appetite
It's only fun until it's done
Until it's done
And I know you, my baby blue
You're truly despicable

So what's the deal
I'm tired of steering
My conspiracy's revealing
I don't understand what is even happening
What is going on with you?
What is going on with you?

I've got no throat, no teeth
Nothing beneath this skirt
You know I'm not kidding
If I were you, I'd cut me in two
And take the better part anywhere you choose
Anywhere you choose
Anywhere you choose

So what's the deal
I'm tired of steering
My conspiracy's revealing
I don't understand what is even happening
What is going on with you?
What is going on with you?
What is going on with you?
What is going on with you?



Credits
Writer(s): Taylor Cos
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