Scott Pilgrim's World

Pink hair We live in tunnel vision Epiphanies in my dreams it's your visage Snowflakes on her nose never wintered Frost-bit my control giga-bitches There's serotonin in my veins got an analog drip Up up down down analog trip She's rollerblading in my dome Shifting things through my head She's confusion an illusion Mary Winstead Onomatopoeian movies Comically deluded by my reality Subconsciously secluded from what's in front of me But she's talking to me Oh yeah she's talking to me Snow in Toronto We were dancing on our own I can see you're freezing cold Here you can take my coat Blue hair leather jacket KO B-b-bomb sex knives out I skate slow I captain ghost ships out of American Dreams Causing screams She pulls me in the sirens sound around me and my Clouds clear Milky Way can't see I'm punching holes through moons Does superman envy Boss levels I'm bedeviled I'm running out of lives Seeing double I'm in treble Am I more dependent on my visual morphine Subscriptions to depictions of fake melancholy You know what Edgar's right it's just a fucking movie But she's looking at me Why don't we watch the movie Snow in Toronto We were dancing on our own I can see you're freezing cold Here you can take my coat Beware Black snow's everywhere Same fucking colour as your hair And I don't really care no I live in constant fear That I'll be all alone Tryna get this high-score on my own Because we never really got that far In this game 'Cause we never really got that far 'Cause we never really got that far in this game 'Cause we never really got that far 'Cause we never really got that far in this game