Strangers
CAR SEAT HEADREST · Teens Of Style 2015 · Track 07 of 11
If I can fit my dreams We say the same things over and over Into an ABAB rhyme scheme You say the same things over and over
Love makes it easier to be human Love is the payoff for the life that we're losing God is a scientist he's just found out about us He's published a study but he don't know much about us
When I die I won't become a ghost Because I'll have nowhere to haunt Fuck this town and fuck my dirty hands When you're strange, if they like you then they gotta be stranger But they're just strangers
Society wants me to fuck, well fuck them Car seat is a genetic stop sign I sleep lying next to a mirror Car seat is a menace to the public
Love makes it easier to be around humans Love on the TV, who'd they think they were fooling? God is a director, he's just found out about us He's talked to our agent, but he don't know much about us
When I die I won't become a ghost Because I'll have nowhere to haunt Fuck this town and fuck my dirty hands When you're strange, then the critics gotta be stranger But they're just strangers
Car seat's nervous and the lights are bright When I was a kid I fell in love with Michael Stipe I took lyrics out of context and thought "he must be speaking to me"
I won't last too much longer I'm already starting to run out of places For faces in my head They're all starting to look the same