Dickins Lyrics

Just what does this word call ‘love’? Sitting here in the corner
We all feel it, this feeling of complacency
The girl’s become such a boring woman, making bullshit sounds
Aren’t these some perfectly magnificent clouds

This world is just full of absurdity, the embodiment of childish thoughts
I wanna try and surpass these delusions
But I’m just a louse-like girl who wants to be loved
I’ll surpass these delusions, with just the right amount of seasoning

Just what does this word call ‘passionate love’? Sitting here in the corner
We all feel it, this feeling of complacency
But NO, the notebook I use to write out my one and only life’s experiences remains unfilled
And the boy’s head melts

This world is just full of absurdity, the embodiment of childish thoughts
I wanna try and surpass these speculations
But I’m just a poor boy who wants to know what passionate love is
I’ll surpass these speculations, with just the right amount of seasoning

This world is just full of absurdity, the embodiment of childish thoughts
I wanna try and surpass these limits
We’re all just obscene folks, dissatisfied with our own histories
We’ll surpass these limits, with just the right amount of seasoning