Meet me in Shinjuku
When the sun sets and the plums have bloomed.
You can be my Miles Kane, If I can be your Lana Ray.
It might mean nothing to me
Just need a little hit of dopamine, apparently.
Please, let me disassociate in peace
Sometimes I close my eyes when I’m driving, sweet relief.
My lips taste, like chocolate cigarettes
My lips read, no regrets.
A play on words, a play on time
Feminine divine.
I think I need the chaos, I know I want the crime
Need it to stay afloat, fix everything but mine.
The secret is I’m so comfortable, when I’m so uncomfortable.
Neglect, so nurturing
Looking for meaning in old rooms, in new dreams
Like it means anything.
It might mean nothing to me
Just need a little hit of dopamine, apparently.
Let me disassociate in peace
Sometimes I close my eyes when I’m driving, sweet relief.