You make time fly and
I think of you and I think that I'm dying
Here in my chair in the sky up above
How you put a hand on my crotch
And a hand in my mouth
Invested in your pussy like cathexis
Am I jet-lagged or in love?
And all the angels sing
It's so creepy
I think of you instead of the eating or sleeping
You spice up my life and my will to survive
Sure, it's unhealthy, I'm not gonna lie
Invested in you sing along to thank u, next and
I'm so jet-lagged and in love
And all the angels sing, they sing
