daytime europa stuff

Lyrics

[Intro] On three, one, two, three [Verse 1] Carved out by the clouds in your guts In jokerman font, season of witch Year of mickey mouse I cuddled up with a thought In the image of god, the kind that you fuck But we just talked [Chorus] Last glance to feel at home Last glance to feel at home [Verse 2] Hopeless with quarters to lend Like sort of a friend Or probably should've been Margaret or something They laughed right into my mouth And silenced their phone That chance was sewn But I heard they're gone now [Chorus] Last glance to feel at home Last glance to feel at homе [Instrumental Outro]