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letra de most undo tomorrow - headache (plz)

ladies and gentlemen of the jury, i am in the wrong place
this is the cherished format, this is the true and original copy
first, you scream, then you grunt, then grab the s-xy thing and tell them: “hey, cut that out”
we don’t need to know much to know that
an obvious lie, over a totally blue sea
and a green sunset
seabirds, gliding high and dry
the heart going jingle jangle
we have nothing else to do
peel away, and start the scene
a busy world
a crowded mirror
everything else in its right placе
a laugh that sounds plausibly like tears
this is not a question of tastе, but love
we bite down on the magic, find out it’s actually our tongues, and work on that for a change
we might be mad, what a mess we made and laid down in, what a happy coincidence, what a life
how about that?
how about the sudden change in circumstances?
how about palm trees and wet sand, sensational, real, ready, planning
i don’t want to die, i want to live
i want a lot of things
i want to sit here with you alone
and wait for the world to end
i want you to need me so much the world ends
i want to leave a mark
i just need you to be nicer to me
i’d like you to be nicer to me
i’d like you to dream about me
at least as much as i dream about you
i finally feel free
i have everything i need
olives, extra-large condoms, cheese
i don’t eat b-tterflies, so i don’t get b-tterflies
but an elephant did try to eat me once
i don’t blame her, really
i was wearing yellow, and i smelled like a banana
you know, on cloudy days, i sometimes wish she had succeeded
i sometimes wish she had succeeded
which reminds me by the way, of how, when i was younger, i used to say that green was an unnatural colour
what was i thinking?
green is the color of nuclear waste
these are not cigarettes we smoke
these are not smokes
they are a brief spark for our brief lives
an antidote to our tied souls
the ashes of childhood dreams
i was eccentric, but i am now dead
sure, i’ve had hard days and hardships
endured journeys and endless jargon
i’ve worn rings
went from good to greed
but i abide the bitter sh-t
and weather the hold of winter
i dare the world to delight in me
loudness is my laughter
and there’s always the beauty of blueberries, you know
there’s always fields and sh-t
fairness, disease, age, good moods
the days can be unendurable, but the world holds
i’ve lost friends, and watched their troubled tombs
i’ve ate the sweet, and felt the sorry
i will wait for you, and i will smile again
but the world holds
and while my face is pale, it faces the sun

- headache plz

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