Lyrics

The answer to everything Is always apparently to love yourself But what if you already do love yourself to death What then? Self-care if you dare Take yourself for granted You start at the end Work back And so of course back to front Get haunted by yourself Oh you gem It seems you are already at eleven On the scale of one to ten No more to know, nowhere to go When you're already there Thе wind machine directing handsome breezеs through your hair Self-care if you dare Take yourself for granted You start acting weird Work back And so of course back to front Get haunted by yourself At your destination Nothing left to prove Monster of perfection You who make the ocean move Your response to every problem Always is apparently to love yourself So love yourself to death