i'm happy to go
where the algorithm takes us
and get told off
by vegan-baiting waitress
i'll pick my bad fortune
right from off of the ground
it's worse than that
without you i'm no prospect
but i'm lonely when i'm with you
do you think you'll talk me out of this
and hold my head up high
do you think i'll just snap out of it
and hold my head up high
now what comes next
on the kitchen disco playlist?
it's worse than that
the hours drip
and the coffee makes us weightless
it's worse than that
who's wrong, who's right?
who cares at all?
who's gonna be the last one standing
in life's laundromat
this is the sticky floor
spinning and twirling to a cycle's final roar
