Music Music My keyboard's like my heart, it shines in RGB and it's full of blood I don't know what is wrong with me but I'm scared to be stuffed and lonely I have trouble speaking to women, unless they're too deep or high definition Spend all my time on social media, this is the state that I'm in Music I twiddle feet like my brain, because I have it on dark mode Memorize everything she says, so I can use it to guess her past code She's beauty, she's grace, she has a profile, but you never got your face They're trying to get more sponsors, they're trying to get more sponsors But why don't you care? I've spent the past ten years of my life making you prepared You're political enough but not contrary, sexual enough but not enough to scare me Give me a reason not to be a minis, the internet is ruined to me Music Look I know I'm a sound insane, but that's part of the package If she can handle me, am I worse, she don't deserve my mental baggage I know you want six foot four, but one foot more, not home, speed toll Nothing to reach the high shelf, be yourself, I think I might be a threat to myself A threat to myself But why does she run? When I'm monthly giving her fifty percent of my income It feels like my ideas are affection, they're based around artificial perfection I just want to appease, the internet is ruined to me Music Music Music