Spaceman
The world's coming at me
With a spear and a bow
Goin' hunting
I don't know if I'll make it
To eighty-four
Let's try twenty
And the spaceman
Don't know shit about me
Crazy stupid
(So stupid)
Yeah yeah-
But back at the station
They talk through their
Sour teeth
About this one lazy human
She said baby
Get up
You're wasting your day
I said I don't give a fuck
I'm not alright I'm not okay
I'm screamin' at my insides
But they don't give a shit
If I'm rude
It's a three way battle
And I can't pick sides
I can't get back to you
An' I only got
One page down
And four to go
I got a bunch of nouns
And nothing to show for it
You are the essay
You are the essence
Of my adolescence
Could you please wrap your head
Around this
And I bet
You can't
No I bet you can't
(Why aren't you in a relationship?)
Because they're gross
And come with expectations
Ones that I won't meet
Cause I can't deal with situations
I don't wanna be in
Call it miscommunication
Yeah we'll start it again
So I can give explanation
To things I never said
I never said
I never said
I don't think I loved you
I just loved the sex
Yeah these things maybe true
Guess that's why your just an ex
Please don't call me at two or
Send any texts
I got better things to do than
Deal with your little hex
Cuz I only got
One page down
And four to go
I got a bunch of nouns
And nothing to show for it
You are the essay
You are the essence
Of my adolescence
Could you please wrap your head
Around this
And I bet
You can't
No I bet you can't
Oh no I bet
You can't
No I bet
You can't-
I got no patience
Left for you
I got no
Taste left
For the truth
I'm in the right kind of mood
To go and waste
All of my youth
I thought you made me happy
You were just a distraction
I thought you made me happy
You were just a distraction
I got no patience
Left for you
I got no
Taste left
For the truth
I'm in the right kind of mood
To go and waste
All of my youth
And I only got
One page down
And four to go
I got a bunch of nouns
And nothing to show for it
You are the essay
You are the essence
Of my adolescence
Could you please wrap your head
Around this
And I bet
You can't
No I bet you can't
Oh no I bet
You can't
No I bet
You can't
With a spear and a bow
Goin' hunting
I don't know if I'll make it
To eighty-four
Let's try twenty
And the spaceman
Don't know shit about me
Crazy stupid
(So stupid)
Yeah yeah-
But back at the station
They talk through their
Sour teeth
About this one lazy human
She said baby
Get up
You're wasting your day
I said I don't give a fuck
I'm not alright I'm not okay
I'm screamin' at my insides
But they don't give a shit
If I'm rude
It's a three way battle
And I can't pick sides
I can't get back to you
An' I only got
One page down
And four to go
I got a bunch of nouns
And nothing to show for it
You are the essay
You are the essence
Of my adolescence
Could you please wrap your head
Around this
And I bet
You can't
No I bet you can't
(Why aren't you in a relationship?)
Because they're gross
And come with expectations
Ones that I won't meet
Cause I can't deal with situations
I don't wanna be in
Call it miscommunication
Yeah we'll start it again
So I can give explanation
To things I never said
I never said
I never said
I don't think I loved you
I just loved the sex
Yeah these things maybe true
Guess that's why your just an ex
Please don't call me at two or
Send any texts
I got better things to do than
Deal with your little hex
Cuz I only got
One page down
And four to go
I got a bunch of nouns
And nothing to show for it
You are the essay
You are the essence
Of my adolescence
Could you please wrap your head
Around this
And I bet
You can't
No I bet you can't
Oh no I bet
You can't
No I bet
You can't-
I got no patience
Left for you
I got no
Taste left
For the truth
I'm in the right kind of mood
To go and waste
All of my youth
I thought you made me happy
You were just a distraction
I thought you made me happy
You were just a distraction
I got no patience
Left for you
I got no
Taste left
For the truth
I'm in the right kind of mood
To go and waste
All of my youth
And I only got
One page down
And four to go
I got a bunch of nouns
And nothing to show for it
You are the essay
You are the essence
Of my adolescence
Could you please wrap your head
Around this
And I bet
You can't
No I bet you can't
Oh no I bet
You can't
No I bet
You can't
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Writer(s): Alex Pricola
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