attractive tomorrow

Oh God, I think the curtain is ripping
That separates all of us from the divine
But my god got killed in a flash flood
Without any warning in 2009

(And I don't think they'll ever find us now)
They searched all the back rooms, there's no one around
(Eaten from the outside like a gingerbread house)
This curtain is ripping

(Whoa) that Lexapro's not working anymore
This phantom pain is getting worse
And I'm not sure if this could be an ordinary world
(Whoa) that Lexapro's not working anymore
This phantom pain is getting worse
And I'm not sure if this could be an ordinary world



Credits
Writer(s): Madison Champlin
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