Of all the spaceships
That could've landed
Yours was the worst conceived
I've got to hand it to you
Completely for you to meet me
You had to come so far
I've been real distant
Little messages scrawled on spaceship walls
They tell you how to fix your heart
And engine stalls
Quick hop in my car
I drive the beater
We're going to my house
Cause I'm the leader
And I've got a fireplace
Looks like a devils mouth
We'll feed it every night
Till it warms our house
Little messages I type into my phone
Don't be a sweaty star try not to be alone
Little messages little messages
I don't like where they go
They're so hard to follow