Money to burn and a tension you could cut
Laying on while the birds are waking up
and I told you that shit's bad for you but
you don't listen to me anymore
And it's too fragile, I don't know what to say out loud
keep collected, bottled up or write it down
into these songs that always seem so pretty
you know, they're not really pretty at all...
You're discontent in your hearts dementia
I don't care about you
I don't care about you
I don't care about you
And I'm out in space without a trace
And I don't care about you
I don't care about you
Putting off again an uncertain farewell
Before the mirror I keep questioning myself
which isn't something that I did before
at least according to you
Maybe it was a
brought it back here,
And I don't know what I want
but I know that I'm bored and I guess
that you are too
You're discontent in your hearts dementia
I don't care about you
I don't care about you
And I'm made in space without a face
And I don't care about you
I don't care about you
