Cruisin' deep space in my motorhome Gonna find a new rock and park it there And turn out the lights in my house Gonna open the door, leave my house And walk right outta my house Gonna look around - on my own again
Hot pink segways, post-post punk shows Oat milk cortados, hand-crafted marshmallows Are not as cool as my house No, they're not as fun as my house Not as me as my house But I'll look around - on my own again
I'm going outta my head Going, going outta my way to look for something or nothing ‘Cause maybe I'm missing out Yeah, time is running out
Internet depression and telephone blues Charm ya till you're half asleep and dictate your mood It's too absurd for my house It's all just too wytai for my house I'm going back to my house to hole up inside - on my own again
Been going outta my head Going, going outta my way Going outta my head Still going, going outta my way
To look for something or nothing ‘Cause maybe I'm missing out Still looking for something or nothing I think I might be missing out I'm looking for something or nothing I know that I've been missing out And my time is running outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
