watching terrible tv

it kills all thought

getting spacier than

an astronaut

making out with people

i hardly know or like

i can’t believe what i do

late at night

i wanna know what it’s like

on the inside of love

i’m standing at the gates

i see the beauty above

only when we get to see

the aerial view

will the patterns show

we’ll know what to do

i know the last page so well

i can’t read the first

so i just don’t start

it’s getting worse

(chorus)

i can’t find my way in

i try again and again

i’m on the outside of love

always under or above

must be a different view

to be a me with a you

of course i’ll be alright

i just had a bad night