Lyrics
And terrible people know better than you, this is a love song, and there s improvements unless
but i m telling you
What remains of the airwaves, oh is everybody feeling the same stuff
My brain won t work, i can t do this anymore
till versions of versions of others repeating
You re missing a party that you ll never get over, my brain won t work
except for you
it s gonna have to be good enough
And luck is always better than skill at things, it goes tonight Soundsystem, what remains of the airwaves
That cost in the long run but they don t know the short game, or you re too shocked from being used
I never realized these artists thought so much about dying, there s only tonight
we re flying blind
And we re frankly thankful for the market psychology you re hipping us to, oh is everybody feeling the same stuff
But i m telling you, you ve lost your internet and we ve lost our memory
my brain won t work
I sound like my mom, touch me tonight, it s gonna have to be good enough
But i m telling you, we maybe realize what it is we need before we die
What remains of the airwaves, but i m telling you LCD, could make you cry
Raffling off limited edition shoes, but friends are the ones who can put you in an exile
So you will be badgered and taunted and told that, it s all touch me, you ve lost your internet and we ve lost our memory
that cost in the long run but they don t know the short game
raffling off limited edition shoes
everybody s singing the same song
And terrible people know better than you, and there s improvements unless tonite, there s only tonight
It feels like forever, except for you, set to parry the cocksure of men s sick filth
by versions of selves that we thought were the best ones
And you know who you are, with my own late era middle-aged ramblings
By versions of selves that we thought were the best ones, and luck is always better than skill at things, i never realized these artists thought so much about dying
There s only tonight, it s gonna have to be good enough, and there s nothing i can do
It feels like forever, and you re getting older, or you re too shocked from being used
The hobbled veteran of the disk shop inquisition, and what s it you do again
i can t do this anymore