[Chorus]
I'm not mad at all, you don't get me out enough
You told me I'm wrong, you were forced to light me up
And nothing gets me up, marketing to sell 'em on
He's my favorite song, I'm his favorite album

[Verse]
Diamonds in my lungs, fire in my meal bowl
Everybody runs, flowing smooth like caramel
Everything's in ruin, why'd they leave us for the terrible?
If you had a hand in what I'm looking at
Can you shield me off with just a parasol?
Nothing makes me feel safer than your warmth
This isn't the same feeling I got before
Things you said were horrible, I can't support
I just tried to listen with my eyes more
It's not hard to see right through an ice door
Living with my own personal eyesore
I thought nothing of the "what am I for?"
Just had to leave it to its device more

[Chorus]
I'm not mad at all, you don't get me out enough
You told me I'm wrong, you were forced to light me up
And nothing gets me up, marketing to sell 'em on
He's my favorite song
[Outro]
(Planet Z)