Immune

[Intro]

(Always)

[Verse]

Who are you to salt my wounds?

And tear my muscles

And solve my puzzles

And write those riddles on my tomb?

I think I'm immune

It's easy to assume

When every life I've known always ends in you

[Spoken]

I don't think you get to, like, remember stuff from your past life

You just get to, like, carry on wisdom with you

And that's why some people are, like, just not that wise

'Cause they haven't, they've only had the one life

This is their first one? (Uh-huh)

Sometimes I think, yeah, like

What do you think you're on? (I don't know)

Probably just like two or three

I might be one

I feel like I'm getting a bunch of just beginner's luck

Really? (Yeah, with everything)

I feel like you're probably not a one