My internal monologue is saturated, analog
Scratched and drifting, I’ve become attatched to the idea
It’s all a shifting dream, bittersweet philiosophy
I’ve got no idea how I even got here
My internal monologue is saturated, analog
Scratched and drifting, I’ve become attatched to the idea
It’s all a shifting dream, bittersweet philiosophy
I’ve got no idea how I even got here