Invasive
Whatever wastes us
Clutching the veins of
Your latest pay stub
Face numb
I can feel it on my taste buds
The globe is spinning 'round and 'round
But now everything feels so safe and sound
Sitting drifting deeper into the side of my couch
I hear my heart in my ears and it sounds so loud
But I really don't mind it too much
My arms are getting bumpy from the slightest touch
Now it's over
Not long since it started
We whispered sweet nothings before we departed
It's time to go home
It's time to go home