September and October caught me in a nervous daydream Felt like a piranha dangling on a candy-coated hook All the rain and overflowing drainpipes Couldn't stop the world from glowing With a light I'd only ever seen in dreams My eyes are two browning, drying flowers Pressed hard into my skin Trying to remember how they looked, if they were beautiful Casually lying on the kitchen floor Overcome with bubblegum bliss 'Cause this is the first time I've truly had any fun Ooh, sweet confusion in a bitter syrup, lift my spirits up again Ooh, kiss me on the eyelids and tuck me into bed Ooh, sweet confusion in a bitter syrup, lift my spirits up again Ooh, kiss me on the eyelids and tuck me into bed "Mr. Pop—" "Help me, help me, help me, I'm gonna die..."