I got to this party
With no ambition, I want to leave
Well my mind starts burning, my teeth start shifting
The neighbours have to call my grammy
Well, I'm feeling antisocial
Dystopic all around us
Really over being anywhere at all
But I'm scared of drinking alone
'Cause it feels like chewing this dogs last bone
I'm desperate and glued to my phone
Well, you and I, you and I
You and I are the only ghosts who don't have food
You and I are the only voice
Let the rumours of the new wave
Pull all the lonely ghosts outside of their room
And we howl, and we howl
'Cause the radio don't sound how we sound
Because we're feeling antisocial
Dystopic all around
Just fucking over being anyone at all
But we're scared of drinking alone
'Cause it feels like chewing this dogs last bone
And we're desperate and glued to our phones
You and I, you and I
You and I are the only ghosts who don't have food
You and I are the only voice
(Well me and my best friends ghost, we have a good time)
(Your mommy was a communist
She wrote two books about teenage sex
Your mommy was a communist
She wrote two books about teenage sex)
But we're scared of drinking alone
'Cause it feels like chewing this dogs last bone
And we're desperate and glued to our phones
You and I, you and I
You and I are the only ghosts who don't have food
You and I are the only voice
You and I, you and I
You and I are the only ghosts who don't have food
You and I are the only voice
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