More songs by Stephanie Poetri
Description
Producer: Stephanie Poetry Producer: Noise Club Composer, Lyricist: Stephanie Poetry Lyricist: Piao Piao Huang Lyricist, Composer: Gabe Reali Composer: Robert McCurdy Composer: Christopher Petrosino
Lyrics and translation
Original
I wanna remember this, so I film it. That's what I tell myself in the moment.
And now I can hardly sit in the silence.
And the flickering lights over and over.
Dead of the night, my brain's fried like a toaster, toaster.
So kill the boredom, feel the distortion. Touching artificial grass.
It's in my system, but I love the symptoms. Anything to fill the gaps.
Oh.
Don't think I was built for that. Oh.
Touching artificial grass.
Laying next to the love of my life, like I'm not just wasting precious time 'cause he could die and I'll realize that nothing really matters but the flickering lights over and over.
Dead of the night, my brain's fried like a toaster, toaster.
So kill the boredom, feel the distortion. Touching artificial grass.
It's in my system, but I love the symptoms. Anything to fill the gaps.
Oh.
Don't think I was built for that. Oh.
Touching artificial grass.
Am I had insomnia or an empath? What is karma? How to laugh like a girl. Is it cancer?
'Cause everything tells me I'm dying.
Oh, is my hometown really sinking?
Google translate, am I really that fat? I'm addicted to cursors and cursing and lying.
Oh.
So kill the boredom, feel the distortion. Touching artificial grass.
It's in my system, but I love the symptoms. Anything to fill the gaps.
Oh.
Don't think I was built for that. Oh.
Touching artificial grass.