We Hate Light Pollution

Stop looking at the cracks in the floor I'm sure you'll find something you can gravitate towards Staccato body-poppin industry We might have to make due Remind me how to make a scene I just found out it was a bad dream And figured out a modus operandi And how nice brown Andalusian corduroys look paired up with a black tee And maybe you should know That I'm a culture thief There I got it off my chest, I think I'm clean A young woman looking tombstone moon-shone A young woman looking tombstone moon-shone I feel polluted, are we products of a mezzanine? Or am I good at finding all the bad in everything Stop looking at the cracks in the floor I'm sure you'll find something you can gravitate towards Staccato body-poppin industry We might have to make due Remind me how to make a scene We got John Maus playing on a speaker Oh, and Parquet Courts Outside on a patio of a ranch-style home in Florida 'sn't anybody know What time the Pantheon closes up tonight I feel like I'm losing my tempo I must reside out of pocket, losing my tempo Or maybe just not paid enough I'm kidding A young woman looking tombstone moon-shone A young woman looking tombstone moon-shone I feel polluted, are we products of a mezzanine? Or am I good at finding all the bad in everything The young woman's just so moon-shone Posture perfect and the planets 'round her wrist No scene has the right duration, woooah The young woman's just so moon-shone Posture perfect and the planets 'round her wrist No scene has the right duration But watch her give a notion 'bout the light pollution Stop looking at the cracks in the floor I'm sure you'll find something you can gravitate towards Staccato body-poppin industry Hilarity ensues, you were never really dead to me