Do you find it addicting?
Burning bridges like your life’s in danger
Made John Orr your example
Hope you’re never running out of your chapsticks

May the world bow down to you
And grant all of your wishes
We owe it all to you, dear boy

You made me lose my mind
Now I‘m flying, I'm flying too high
To hear you spit your lies

Heard your mum got evicted
Bet you didn’t even know, little stranger
Made your choice, made your mantra
Hope the people you’re around know you’re toxic

May the world bow down to you
And grant all of your wishes
We owe it all to you, dear girl

You made me lose my mind
Now I‘m flying, I'm flying too high
To hear you spit your lies

You made me lose my
You made me lose my mind
You’re a song in the distance
Trivial existence