Box Office

[Verse 1]

Fairy lights in my peripherals

I’m so tired of this view

Everything doesn’t have meaning, no

Think I need a new hairdo

Sitting here, counted my money twice

But I should count it all again

I’m unaware in my actions’ surprise

I’m drowning in consequence

[Pre-Chorus 1]

I swear I’m psychic, I predict things in my dreams

My intuition is way better than it seems

But is it just the truth or all anxiety

I don’t know

No, I don’t know

[Chorus]

I wish I could do the things you can do

But I can’t help myself

I ain’t in control of myself

I wish I could lose the parts that aren’t good

But then I won’t know myself

Do I even know myself

I’m just pondering

[Verse 2]

I count the cars as I watch them pass by