​what we do with our spare time

Lyrics

(Let's try this again) I pick up free clothes in dumbo A friend of a friend A means to an end I try to guess the Devil's email I come up short Of course, of course I want to fuck the space between us Will you let me call Tomorrow for a little while? I do not know, I float, I float Twisting my arm Through the computer's jaw I heard they shot the sun from the sky I didn't hear why But I don't think I mind