Lovely

[Intro: Slug] Lovely [Verse 1: Slug] Have I told you I'm so impatient? What I meant is there's no escaping I practiced my smile, laughing and singing Protect you in between the span of my wings and Heard y'all was flying to Mars, but I think maybe y'all trying too hard, huh I used to feel like a weirdo 'Cause it was so difficult to be cheerful and We trying to reach and explore In case I can locate some supportive resources Afford us the breath of existence before Metamorphosis is more than just metaphor for next I was watching my son play piano and Thinkin' 'bout how we survived that avalanche Lookin' down at these shoes that I'm standin' in I might be happy, this might be happenin' [Chorus: Nikki Jean & Slug] All this love and all is lovely Feels so good, can't take shit from me, I mean All our days, no storms, just sunny It's sweet like honey, it's sweet, lovely [Verse 2: Slug] When I told you that a sad song was simple What I meant was, the parts sound familiar In the dark, watch you dance with your shadow Loneliness feel like it's sharp enough to kill you But even when you got somebody to build with Won't automatically promise it's solid Keeping my feet planted firm in my footprint Learning to look through the clouds when they crowd it When the thunder hits louder than hunger Start running for cover, cut off and block numbers I honestly wonder if I'm just trapped under the Thumb of the weather or whatever's up there Trying to use all my colors to paint with I flew up to space just to find isolation So I'll be the starlight that started tonight Gotta love myself, so I can love you right, right? [Chorus: Nikki Jean & Slug] All this love and all is lovely Feels so good, can't take shit from me, I mean All our days, no storms, just sunny It's sweet like honey, it's sweet, lovely [Interlude] Jeg ved at når jeg dør, så sker der ingenting For ligesom at jeg ikke eksisterede før jeg blev født, så kommer jeg heller ikke til at eksistere når jeg er død Og jeg ved at det betyder at jeg hverken kommer til at tænke eller føle noget, når jeg først er død Og det er selvfølgelig en ret deprimerende tanke at have, men jeg har heller ikke lyst til at leve mit liv og lades som om der er noget som jeg godt ved der ikke er Og slet ikke når det kommer til døden Så på nogen måde så føler jeg mig egentlig lidt heldig fordi jeg er så bevidst om hvad det er jeg har i mit liv, og hvad jeg så ikke har når jeg er død Fordi så behøver jeg ikke gå og måle livet på langs og vente på hvad der er for enden, fordi det ved jeg godt Og i stedet for så kan jeg holde mit fokus på hvad det er jeg vil have ud af det, mens jeg har det