[Verse 1]
What's it gonna take to wake you?
Two more hours, that should make do
Bending over backwards
All at once, those stale bread crumbs don’t look so bad to me

[Chorus]
I saw the moon make you swoon in the pool reflecting in the water

[Verse 2]
Omar Gooding and the preteens
Crawling out the CRT screens
Slip into a catatonic state
It's all dead weight
A post-prime Butterbean

[Chorus]
Even if we fell, just as well
We are only little drops of water

[Bridge]
Ahhhhh
Ahhhhh

[Verse 3]
Melancholy every weekend
(Melancholy every weekend)
Keep on going off the deep end
(Keep on going off the deep end)
Refresh your beef and let yourself go numb
Cut off my thumbs and throw them in the sea