I caught myself making out with a delusion

I fell in love with the dizziest confusion

I found myself stuck in such isolation

I found myself in the funk of sensation

 

Oh we’re living the high life, tripping on white noise

I’m just vibing to… to the sound of your voice

Been listening to music that makes me manic

I’m stuck in my room and I start to panic

 

Oh we’re living under lockdown, sinking in the bass sounds

I’m just waiting until we finally drown

I’m losing my grip on the world around me

I’m lost in my room and-

 

I’m locked on your bedroom eyes

bedroom eyes

bedroom eyes

bedroom eyes

 

You make as much sense as champagne socialism

But I love all your quirky mannerisms

I’ll keep my sights set on something so unreal

I’ll watch myself spiral into the surreal 

 

Oh we’re living the high life, tripping on white noise

I’m just vibing to… to the sound of your voice

Been listening to music that makes me manic

I’m stuck in my room and I start to panic

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