your facebook friends don’t love you,
they would eat you like the vultures
(if they could)
why is everybody fucking
when fucking feels like torture
(if i would)
i’ve loved you once before
but you already knew that
if i could love you like before
i wouldn’t have to say that
i slept in the tent with you beneath the moon,
you woke up and saw horses
we drove in your truck (nice as fuck)
but now i’m in the forest
inside a giant’s chest
i’ve loved like a whore
now i love like a pest
i’m haunted by the living
i’m haunted by the telephone
i’m haunted by my access
praise the lord i'll be a ghost
and when i leave this world
when we are astronauts
i’ll tell you that i love you
just in case you forgot
and when i leave this world
and my body stays behind
and i evaporate
praise the lord i'll be alive