Текст песни black oil - Chair

I got a lot of toxic thoughts in my head
Who put them there, I'll never know
But I don't blame them
I doubt it was on purpose

I got a lot of toxic thoughts in my head
Who put them there, I'll never know
But I don't blame them
I doubt it was on purpose

They're a little bit much, but in a good way
They are so pretentious in the kindest way
I can't stand them, hate them
But in the best way

They're a little bit much, but in a good way
They are so pretentious in the kindest way
I can't stand them, hate them
But in the best way

Just to wake up in the morning and say
"This is a nice day!"
Maybe go running
Or do yoga on a farm
Maybe a goat will tell me secrets
Of how moths tried to steal their bowls of yarn It's real, my fantasy
Its how I
I want to live

The plan was to have fun
But all I seem to do is cry
So many I should change what fun is Fun is
Fun is
Fun is

The plan was to have fun
But all I seem to do is cry
So many I should change what fun is Fun is
Fun is
Fun is

How can you feel so loved?
Then turn around and feel so unloved How can you feel so loved?
Then turn around and feel so unloved How can you feel so loved?
Then turn around and feel so unloved

The plan was to have fun
But all I seem to do is cry
So many I should change what fun is Fun is
Fun is
Fun is
Fun is