Apathy exceeds lust
Every color a shade of beige
Every fiber soft to the touch
Venturing close enough to the flame
To feel just a little bit of heat
So detached we have stopped giving birth to anything new
I've got it bad but you've got it worse
Clinging to whatever feels real but we're much too afraid
To become it ourselves
Every color a shade of beige
Every fiber soft to the touch
Venturing close enough to the flame
To feel just a little bit of heat
So detached we have stopped giving birth to anything new
I've got it bad but you've got it worse
Clinging to whatever feels real but we're much too afraid
To become it ourselves
Lyrics submitted by TheCookFromMaine
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