Space Fuckboyz Are the Worst

I wanna fall in love on Mars I want a sad space boy who can play me guitar I wanna hold his hand while he's telling me sweet lies And at the end of the day I want his head between my thighs Darling, can you take me to see my comet I heard that it has my name written on it I wanna watch as the aliens transcend I wanna help them invade Earth and become their friend Baby, can we make out to your band amongst the stars I don't really like them, but you call them 'retro art' Truth be told, I really don't think that you really love me But, that's okay, darling, break my heart, we're in the galaxy I'm kinda tired of these space fuckboys and what they do to me They treat me like I'm nothing, but their lives seem so complete Even with my helmet on, I feel like I can't breathe Oh, darling I just love the way you give me anxiety Help me Help me Can we come back down to Earth Can we please come back down to Earth