Hysterics Debris
love's a materialtake me on
sun rambles overshare
we don't have long
hold on tight
the stars are going out
love the next moon
the hard shine weighs me down
keep it together man
i can't be wrong
i'm always paranoid
i don't belong
don't go, whisper to me
we don't have time for tv
i'll stop predicting debris
if we don't have to be three
the stars are going out
love the next room
before it spun around
i'll stop my joking
if we move on
i'm not a patient boy
but i'll be strong
