Infatuated God my egos so inflated Like the shitty balloons at my grocery store day job You got me shaking Kort was right, he's not mistaken That I'm losing my head over this one You make me feel like playground Swing off the swingset till I'm starbound You know I'd travel anywhere for you Carving you craters into the moon You're the spirit orb in my bedroom I know you gotta go home but can I see you real soon Real soon See you real soon Real soon