All I wanna do is get up, is get up, is get up
In the morning in the morning
And not wanna die

I feel alright when I think about you
Walking through a star field covered in lights
Wasted like you´re losing your job you´re so fired
We´re just like the ones we used to make fun of

It´s beautiful sorta, beautiful sorta
Beautiful sorta, but not
Beautiful sorta, beautiful sorta
Beautiful sorta, but not
All I wanna do is get down, is get down, is get down

In the evening, in the evening
And not wanna die
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow

I´m buzzing like a jar full of lightening bugs
Walking through a star field covered in lights

Wasted like a bum with somebody´s wallet
Pictures inside of you and me, you and I
So far past sad I´m crazy and scary

It´s Beautiful Sorta, Beautiful Sorta
Beautiful Sorta, but not