sometimes i can smell gasoline
i can be familiar with the routine, an everyday
i could be here every day

my lips stick together
i step out but i'm back inside
there's an uncanny i'm waiting for
but i think we're the aliens we're waiting for
yeah, i think we're the aliens we keep waiting for

can it last forever?
life hasn't been the same since i found out that bees have threesomes and there are two kinds of males but only one kind of female
all the light from stars that we can see are probably dead
floating to make the next big thing
like the small of your back
or the twitch on that someone you're so in love with

everything is under the dirt
cosmic divorce
i'm afraid that we don't know what god looks like
and that he's haunting me in my sleep
waiting in every half-open door to jump out and say
this is it
come
back
to
me