Saying goodbye to all my oh-so-security
I'm back to square one - maybe negative fifteen
In record time it's gone
No more biting my nails or crossing my...
The spilled milk's dried up
I'm so tired of crying for you
When I am twenty-five, will I be still alive?
'Cause I won't be getting any when I'm twenty-one
This magma chamber is expanding, ready to burst
Self-perpetuating negativity
It feeds on us, we can't control it, baby
Volcanic problems rise
But don't you dare give up on me tonight
'Cause I might lose my mind but I'll hold on to you tightly
Wil you help me sweep up all of this debris?
Far be it from me to deny you what you need..