Paranoid

Paranoid anxiety Performative reciprocities Cocaine philosophy Oh, it makes me wanna This room's a hospital Full of broken strangers Who seem to know my body And wanna work my angles I think this night could go a little bit A little bit longer I think this night could get a little bit A little bit odder Look at the clothes that you're wearing Are you dressing up? Were you born in this bathroom Or sent down from above? I think this night could get a little bit A little bit odder But it's best to keep moving Not stick around and bother Paranoid anxiety You give me all this Paranoid anxiety Which gives me all this Paranoid anxiety You give me all this Paranoid anxiety Which gives me all this