Anxious Little Nebula

We've gotta try to get back there
To give it up somehow
Somehow
I was young and thin and attractive
And look at me now
Look at me now

So get out, kiss the floor
Tell your parents that you love them
Lie to everyone you know
And get your head out of the oven

Talk to Sylvia
And really understand where she is coming from
Reality's not kicking in
You'd better take another one soon

And you could have it all
Just never what you want

I guess you're just so terrified to finally go
Put tomorrow on a pedestal
And burn the ground below

All your friends are going to die someday
But you know that you won't
So cut the chord, O foul progenitor
Destroy the seed and kill the host

We've gotta try to get back there
To give it up somehow
Somehow
I was young and thin and attractive
And look at me now
Look at me now

We've gotta try to get back there
To give it up somehow
Somehow
I was young and thin and attractive
And look at me now
Look at me now

Destroy the part, let it rot
Pass it on to Mia Goth
You know you haven't got that raw star-power
That raw star people want

So fine, so what
You haven't got it, or you're just scared to use it right
Is your act still bleeding slowly
To that pocket of reality you like

And you could have it all
Just never what you want

You've got so much to live for
I imagine, I don't know you
The ties you make are severing the people that you're close to

And doesn't it seem stupid now
To chase the arm of light
Become a star and quickly find out
That you'll burn like one for the rest of your life

We've gotta try to get back there
To give it up somehow
Somehow
I was young and thin and attractive
And look at me now
Look at me now

We've gotta try to get back there
To give it up somehow
Somehow
I was young and thin and attractive
And look at me now
Look at me now

And I don't want to die
This happens every time

And I don't wanna cry about neuroses
Or my brain's innate necrosis
Because I've grown to old to notice that I'm losing

My mind
My mind
My my, how you've grown
You're too young to be alone
You're not good enough to play this role
So leave the living to the pros

So
Did that do it
Do you feel better
Is everything gonna be okay now
Are you gonna stop complaining
I- I'm sorry
It was stupid to even ask



Credits
Writer(s): Joe O Brien
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