The aliens came
I paid them to take my brain
So I’d forget everything that we ever said
I guess I should have known
It wouldn’t work out
'Cause they misunderstood the plan
And they ripped out my heart instead

Either way I wish you were here
'Cause you’re so good at misery
And I’d love company
I would

Thanks to my plan
Oh so carefully planned
I can’t feel anything
But I remember feeling everything
Now the CIA is slipping something into my tea
Or maybe all the stars have aligned evilly against me

Either way I wish you were here
'Cause you’re so good at misery
And I’d love company
I would

My sewing machine, it can fix my jeans
But I know nothing will ever fix me
So I’ll blame it all on the mercury in my head
Or on the TV screen putting off all of that bad energy

Either way I wish you were here
'Cause you’re so good at misery
And I’d love company
I would


Lyrics submitted by displacedfever

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