Elon Musk
Chrysalism
The clouds are lit from the city glow
My feet are freezing in the coal black snow
Streets resemble of your taste
I'll be hoverboarding home
Fluorescent lipstick on my face
But all that's left are love scratches and scars
My girl will leave with Elon Musk to Mars
Oh, dark blue lamps - smother me in colours
The air feels dense and resembles of our scent
All that's left are love letters and scars
My girl will leave with Elon Musk to Mars
My girl will leave
My girl will leave with Elon Musk to Mars
