LYRICS GAME

You know the moon on Saturday night

I mean the real one, I mean the real one

You know the stars, the Twin Towers

The ones that don't exist anymore, the ones that don't exist anymore

And if I talk to you about soccer

And if I play the banjo a little

You say I'm depressed, that I don't fit in

What a smell of rot

But if I take you to the woods

You tell me take me downtown

Because there's no signal there, then you freak out like last time

We're the selfie army

Of those who tan with the iPhone

But we don't have contacts anymore

Only likes on another post

But I miss you

I miss you

I miss you

I miss you in the flesh

I miss you on the list

Of the things I don't have, don't have, don't have

You know the night on Saturday night

I mean the dark one, I mean the dark one

You know the people who run in underwear

You say they don't exist anymore, you say they don't exist anymore

And if I talk to you about sex

Paper, scissors or rock

You say I'm depressed, that I don't fit in

What a smell of rot

But if I take you to the park

You tell me take me downtown

Because there's no signal there, then you freak out like last time

We're the selfie army

Of those who tan with the iPhone

But we don't have contacts anymore

Only likes on another post

But I miss you

I miss you

I miss you

I miss you in the flesh

I miss you on the list

Of the things I don't have, don't have, don't have

We're the selfie army

Of those who tan with the iPhone

But we don't have contacts anymore

Only likes on another post

But I miss you

I miss you

I miss you

I miss you in the flesh

I miss you on the list

Of the things I don't have, don't have, don't have