Everybody has a little big lie Written in our brains to make us fear dying I poured my thoughts into my journal last night When you threw a baseball through my window And danced in the streetlight You built a metro out of your fixed bike Debugged my room and smashed the TV on my night Stand complain how nothing ever ends Until you take natural selection into your own hands Stealing from the camera shops And running from the robocops I would fight them off for you Over and over again Open up the twelfth-floor window Throwing out the furniture Break down the doors to the mall And set my clothes on firе Over and over again And they thought that they could take our names And put our iris colors on a sheet of paper And open source our private lives And catalog our misbehavior The writing in my brain blasting through the stop signs Holding onto something real It's your dark brown hair and your original eyes Or maybe it's just how I feel Jumping from the westside docks And running from the robocops I would fight them off for you Over and over again Open up the twelfth-floor window Throwing out the furniture Break down the doors to the mall And set my clothes on fire Over and over again Oh, over and over and over again Over and over And over and over And over and over And over and over again Nietzsche said most people were born to be a slave I'd like to ask him how it felt to go insane Crucify your phone on the wireless charger And look out at the fog and ask if life gets any larger Hold the keys in your mouth as we slide under the cars Faster than my guilty conscience puts itself behind bars Stealing from the camera shops And running from the robocops I would fight them off for you Over and over again Open up the twelfth-floor window Throwing out the furniture Break down the doors to the mall And set my clothes on fire Over and over again