歌手:The 1975
专辑:《Still... At Their Very Best (Live From The AO Arena, Manchester, 17.02.24)》

作词 : Matthew Healy/George Daniel/Jamie Squire
作曲 : Matthew Healy/George Daniel/Jamie Squire
She was part of the air force
I was part of the band
I always used to burst into her hand
In my, my, my imagination
I was living my best life
I was living with my parents
Way before the paying penance and verbal propellants
And my, my, my cancellations
And I fell in love with a boy
It was kinda lame
I was Rimbaud and he was Paul Verlaine
In my, my, my imagination
And there were so many cringes in the heroin binges
I was coming off the hinges
Living on the fringes of
My, my, my imagination
Enough about me now
You gotta talk about the people, baby
At home, somewhere I don't like
Eating stuff off of motorbikes
Coming to her lookalikes
I can't get the language right
Just tell me what's unladylike
I know some "Vaccinista tote-bag-chic baristas"
Sitting east on their communista keisters
And writing about their ejaculations
I like my men like I like my coffee
Full of soy milk and so sweet it won't offend anybody while
Staining the pages of the nation
Xanax and a Newport
"I take care of my kids", she said
The worst inside of us begets that feeling on the internet
It's like someone intended it
Like advertising cigarettes
A diamond in the rough begets the diamond with a scruff you get
Am I ironically woke?
The butt of my joke?
Or am I just some post-coke, average, skinny bloke
Calling his ego imagination?
I've not picked up that in a thousand four-hundred days and nine hours and sixteen minutes, babe
It's kind of my daily iteration