Cheap Thrill - PUPIL

running too fast

coming too soon

breathing outcast

in a thought balloon

it’s like going under

time eats up your world

we are torn asunder

but all we really need is our cheap thrill

we gotta have our cheap thrill

so we make sense of dreaming

with undercover eyes

you gave them everything you had

and now you’re paralyzed

no point explaining

i’m not complaining

my brain is draining

so fast now

we talk for hours

no time for showers

this rage devours all

baby turn around

you’re swimming too far down

this ain’t no hallowed ground

this love it goes and it’s coming around to breathe the thrill tonight

all we need is our cheap thrill

so we make sense of dreaming

(e. buendia)