I love you, I'm an addict, you're in my attic, The flowers that I grew for you still bloom into the patterns, I listen to the dissonance but all I hear is static, All I see is technicolor, everything is plastic, man I can get down when the mannequins surround, But you're magic, casting a spell, hell's sporadic Telepathic, tell me your telling habits, Sell me
I love you, I'm an addict, you're in my attic,
The flowers that I grew for you still bloom into the patterns,
I listen to the dissonance but all I hear is static,
All I see is technicolor, everything is plastic,
man I can get down when the mannequins surround,
But you're magic, casting a spell, hell's sporadic
Telepathic, tell me your telling habits,
Sell me