“Falling out of touch with all my
Friends are somewhere, getting wasted
Hope they’re staying glued together
I have arms for them
Take another sip of them
It floats around and takes me over
Like a little drop of ink
In a glass of water”
Oh hell, I went Green Gloves when it’s clearly an Apartment Story situation.
“Stay inside till somebody finds us
Do whatever the TV tells us
Stay inside our rosy-minded fuzz
So worry not, all things are well
We’ll be alright, we have our looks and perfume on”