I've been trying to pull the plastic
Bag from off your head
Your impression of me is crinkled,
I don't want you under my control

I know you believe in love
And all I wanna do is help you spread it
It's 20 below in Minneapolis
This time of year, pack a sweater

Look at the sky, it's overflowing with milk
See how the ocean's made of satin and silk
Feel how the Earth is spinning 'round on a tilt
And you won't need your happy pills

You've been wearing that scuba gear
At night so you can sleep
My intentions are from selfish,
I can be your new oxygen tank

You think about death too much
And seem a bit obsessed with your own reflection
Meet me at the Port Authority
We'll go someplace a tad less oppressive

Look at the sky, it's overflowing with milk
See how the ocean's made of satin and silk
Feel how the Earth is spinning 'round on a tilt
And you won't need your happy pills

Look at the sky, it's overflowing with milk
See how the ocean's made of satin and silk
Feel how the Earth is spinning 'round on a tilt
And you won't need your happy
Pills, o-oh.


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