I don't wanna say goodbye When I open up my eyes And really actually I wanna stay I'm suspicious of the thing And the nadir it'll bring But I think about it anyway Deep sound beneath the ground surrounding all my fears It's tears permeate the surface birthing anxious blisters in my path for years Well I'm feeling pretty good and I don't know why So can we throw critical thinking away? I'm gonna text my mother just to say hey Have a non-an*lytical day I'll take my macbook underground I don't deserve a hi-fi sound And just record whatever comes to mind Something getting in the way A little flavour of the day And made explicit in a way that rhymes There's something out of place, this pouting face of mine Mash it up in a panic and then mix it with ceramic And pour it into a mould of my head smiling all of the time Well I'm feeling pretty good and I don't know why So can we throw critical thinking away? I'm gonna text my sister just to say hey Have a non-an*lytical day Maybe if it's not raining I can go and get those buffalo platforms with the transparent sides I've wanted for so long Well I wanna feel good But I don't know if I should Consumerism tells me it's so But if I cave into that am I letting myself go? Feeling pretty good so can we throw capitalism away? Gonna text my grandmother just to say hey Have an anarcho-communist day hey hey hey Throw critical thinking away