Spacef*ck

Cruising down the stratosphere, found a friend who understands

So lower your stares and slither down

I've been tired and this could be fun, this could be fun

Back inside and keeping near the blank

Fake trees, and they don't breathe

But neither do you, so let's go inside

And find a room and get real weird, and get real weird

And I could feel you slipping away

And I could know that you were away

I could know my arms and legs

But I've been why, are you leaving now?

Are you leaving now?