歌词
Trapped in black and white
She sees me in technicolor
Everything is overcomplicated, she makes it simple
And I wonder
Girl, how you stay so concentrated
I do a million different things poorly and I hate it
I got a hundred different reasons to save the best for last
Context switch to a contact sport
She got rose-tinted glasses and I need those
For no particular reason
It's a tricky place to be in
Constantly over-explaining
She gets bored of my complaining
But I reserve the right to be anxious
But you are doin it right, I hope it's contagious
What's your ten year plan
I don't have a good answer
Pretend to look busy till the robots enslave us
We can launch an attack on our impatience
And repeat the same shit, like semantic satiation
Got a hundred different reasons to save the worst for last
Context switch to a contact sport
She got rose-tinted glasses and I need those
For no particular reason
It's a tricky place to be in
Constantly over-explaining
She gets bored of my complaining
But I reserve the right to be anxious
But you are doin it right, I hope it's contagious