Love is an obsession that lives in my phone
When I let it die I know I'm alone
My real life begins like a crack giving off some light
That feeling when you both dress up as monks
Orange and red, so we might burn the sun
I say "Georgia O'Keeffe" and you show me your teeth, all white
And they we walk through everybody's videos
And when we finally stop we're underneath a window
And someone's playing music
Someone's watching over us
And something 'bout this music reminds me of what has just gone past
That was today
Art is the way that we frame what we see
But these days I crave anonymity
If you get that fame, don't you give it to me
Just give me what you say
And in these dying days of summertime
I think I know exactly what I
'Cause someone's playing music
Someone's watching over us
And something 'bout this music reminds me of what has just gone past
That was today
'Cause someone's playing music
Someone's watching over us
And something 'bout this music reminds me of what has just gone past
That was today
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