Too Cool from Ꙟ by Y/N

Here
Here we stand outside ourselves unsure if anything’s normal in the first place
So we look within our lives
Facing our own criticisms but…

I know nothing to be outside itself entirely
Entirely with all of our own fantasies of immaterial existence
As we die, we die by the roseheads
Distracted by what might be going on outside of our minds and the physical plane…
Nothing
No, nothing’s outside of what we are
No planet besides the earth beneath our feet
We cannot go to space anytime soon baby

My baby: where did you go?

Why don’t we just stay here?
Oh I don’t know my name anymore
Am I a human?

Our lives and time rises over
Over
Over again I forget where I am in reality
I’m so cool
I’m too cool for all of this

• Rock
• art pop
• avant-garde
• experimental
• psychedelic
• Wurtsboro