text: His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
  Hes nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
  cause theres fake faces hiding everywhere
  Made up, makeup, made up stares
  To hide their stolen air
  Don’t look too close, don’t you dare
  Cuz, all my friends are heathens, take it slow
  Wait for them to ask you who you know
  Please dont make any sudden moves
  When youre round and round like a horse on a carousel
  We go, will I catch up to love? I can never tell
  Bye
  La-la-la-la-la-la-la
  La-la-la-la-la-la-la
  La-la-la-la-la-la-la
  La-la-la-la-la-la-la
  We dont deal with outsiders very well
  They say newcomers have a certain smell
  You have trust issues, not to mention
  They say they can smell your intentions
  I am the latest colors, I sing the newest songs
  I read all the lyrics, so I can sing along
  I am the latest colors, I hate the newest songs
  I can’t stand the lyrics, I’d never sing along
  La-la-la-la-la-la-la
  La-la-la-la-la-la-la
  La-la-la-la-la-la-la
  La-la-la-la-la-la-la
  Come, come on, come all
  You must be this tall
  To ride this ride, at the carnival
  Come, come take my hand
  Run through playland
  So high, too high...
  Gotta get to my throne
  I can’t fake it, I’ll just make it on my own 
  Round and round like a horse on a carousel, we ride
  I can’t blame them, I’ll just maim them on my throne 
  Will I catch up to love? I can never tell
  But I
  I can’t fake it, I’ll just make it on my own 
  Round and round like a horse on a carousel
  I can’t blame them, I’ll just maim them on my throne 
  I dont deal with outsiders very well
  Gotta get to my throne