They're all on the moon. They have spread the tune. Oh what will become of me now. You feel like you're so wise, having trivialized things that were made only for a few. Call me a selfish fuck. Pray for my bad luck. I wish that I had never told you about the things I know. Should have stayed alone playing puzzles in my head. Feel like all the rest. Never got that bad. You're the one that takes me up to where I want to be. You're my milky tea and in spite of all the fuzz, I love you.