I don’t know what money is, I just know it’s easy to make.
I don’t know what comfort is, I just know it’s easy to fake.
It’s slipping through my fingers.
Concepts getting in the way, I know only action will do.
Someone standing in they way, holy fuck, that someone is you.
I wanna take you to a weird place
Incomprehensible forces compel me. I am at a loss
Suzy’s in the corridor looking like a fascist regime.
Suzy went to Taco Bell, got a fuckin’ Taco Supreme
She wants to take me to a weird place.