Can I be your flyin' partner? We could go up
I'm not afraid of the darkness, I relish the stuff
Ooh, I love a mystery novel, how will it end?
We could be friends, but your Splice account is almost empty
And what then? (What then?)
Can I be your flight attendant?
Servin' it up in the back of a gaudy, souped-up McMansion
You're so handsome when you're dancin' in a loft in 2012
The world didn't end, but it feels like it's gone now (feels like it's gone now)
A late stage self-portrait
Last ride, let's kill it
Whipping my ponytail out the window of your daddy's Benz
Whipping my ponytail out the window of your daddy's Benz (your daddy's Benz)
Whipping my ponytail out the window of your daddy's Benz (ooh)
Whipping my ponytail out the window of your daddy's Benz
I drank from the stream of forgetting
And I regret it all
What's my name again?
What's my age again?
Can I go back again?
To where it all began? Oh
The world didn't end, but it feels like it's gone now
Another late stage-ism
Last ride, let's kill it
Whipping my ponytail out the window of your daddy's Benz
Whipping my ponytail out the window of your daddy's Benz
Whipping my ponytail out the window of your daddy's Benz
Whipping my ponytail out the window of your daddy's Benz
Out the window, out the window, ah
Daddy, daddy
Oh, whippin' my, whippin' my
Ponytail out the window, ooh