Upstairs

[Verse 1]

Here is a boy

Her arms are his cocoon

Full of Japanese songs and half-made bombs

His heart's the size of the moon

Looking for love

She's not what he was thinking of

Intoxicated pairs give half-conscious glares

She whispers in his ear:

[Chorus]

"Meet me upstairs"

"Upstairs?"

"Upstairs."

"Upstairs..."

[Verse 2]

Here is a girl

It takes too much to fill her world

Full of quick satisfaction, everything's a distraction

From the way she feels in her brain

Behind the curls

Of her bleached blonde hair

There's people dancing everywhеre

But at this boy she stares, shе stares, she stares

She's looking for fun, she's not looking for the one

He can get the job done, so she says

[Chorus]

"Meet me upstairs"

"Upstairs?"

"Upstairs."

"Upstairs..."

[Bridge - Spoken]

Get off the internet, touch some grass

And make some friends, make some real friends

Real memories, and keep them remembered

Keep a journal

Write songs, stories, poems, and love letters

And share your songs, stories, poems, and love letters

And support your favourite band

Even though no one's ever heard of them

I stole a bit of this monologue

From a band called "The Thyme Machine,"

I love them

You'll be surprised how easily people disappear from your life

So don't be shy, just kiss them

[Chorus]

Upstairs

Upstairs

Upstairs

Upstairs

Upstairs

Upstairs

Upstairs