The sky tonight is a Van Gogh
He looks like an avocado toast
A shootout of roses in bed
It's too late to go out and to sleep early
I move my soul into a Dropbox
I want to fill the void I have
With bare feet on the embers
We make war to make peace
Maybe we don't understand each other
Set up on this couch
With a knife and chopsticks in hand
Be good, be good
We're yin and yang but reversed
The sky tonight is a Van Gogh
He looks like an avocado toast
A shootout of roses in bed
It's too late to go out and to sleep early
I move my soul into a Dropbox
I want to fill the void I have
With bare feet on the embers
We make war to make peace
Maybe we don't understand each other
On this carpet that's made of grass
I never need a leash in my hand
Easy to get confused, hard not to answer
Hiding in plain sight a heart full of dust
You don't know what I can do to you
And when you've figured it out
The house has become a Miró
I look like an avocado toast
A shootout, I pulled the trigger
Tomorrow we'll go to bed early
I move my soul into a Dropbox
I want to fill the void I have
With bare feet on the embers
We make war to make peace