Interlude One
Morgan Fasanelli
Get your penis out of that zen garden-Alright
I thought I could wait a thousand years
I thought I could sit and wait right here
Oh, oh, oh, but I'm wrapped up in the thought of you
But I'm wrapped up in the shit that you do
Last time I checked, I still had air in my chest
Last time I checked, I still had air in my chest
Still had air in my chest
I've lost all hope to eat and sleep and breathe
And think without you
I've lost all hope of being whole again
I'm lost without you
I'm on Mars, hoping to find a star
To take me home again
Please don't leave me alone again