His own death plays a single song, You feel lost but you know where you're from You're not pretty but you got it going on Your head swims in electric blues If all fails, you can't lose My lover cover his phone You turned on but there's nobody home Your feet straight but you're not as natural Your feet static shock It's real, and he's not I got out of my I got out of my I've got a plan for the future And that's whatever from my fingers How cold, she's so old And I cannot believe that you wanna be here On your own, in this cradle of love His own death plays a single song, You feel lost but you know where you're from You're not pretty but you got it going on His own death plays a single song, You feel lost but you know where you're from You're not pretty but you got it going on