Well, There’s only one place on the planet left Where its OK to turn off your phone And the functional rational for being there Is to slip into a fictitious zone Well I’m living in a very public world But I was born feeling naked to the bone And I’ll be crying like a baby With the previews on because I’m going to the movies alone Cuz I’m down in the pitch black baby I could be crying and you’d never know Cuz we’re down in the pitch black baby I could be right beside you and you’d never know Because this economic language to talk about God Makes me wanna cram my head in a hole But I can time travel baby from the darkest spot And get perennial by reeling a roll Cuz its a neo-noir bummer wave world That died an avatar instead of a soul But I’ll be living beyond the dead and gone Because I’m going to the movies alone Cuz I’m down in the pitch black baby I could be crying and you’d never know Cuz we’re down in the pitch black baby I could be right beside you and you’d never know You’d never know Shh…SHUT UP Boo-hoo “And the big lizard became his friend…” But I was like “wah wah-wah wah wah wah” Because I’m running out of reasons to trick myself Into never ever building a home I’m on a mystery-less and endless quest A moratorium made of bone You know, I used to be a charming vagabond But now I’m fading into a hobo And I’m living like I’m already dead and gone And always going to the movies alone It’s like I’m screaming underwater alone In the pitch black baby I could be trying and you’d never know Cuz we’re down in the pitch black baby And I’m really right beside but you’d never know