Noon, I'll come over Soon, we'll be sober High off our asses Time like molasses We lay here watching Netflix Black Mirror, episode six I sit here, chugging canned Brisk And I'm down, if you're down to fuck I'm getting kinda cold So, let's lay here in our molds Old and rotten, good for nothing Maybe something, God, you're so beautiful Old romantics melt like plastic Form sarcastic, God is a stranger, he's Old and rotten, good for nothing Maybe something, God, you're so beautiful Old romantics melt like plastic Form sarcastic, God is in danger from us