Do you find it addicting? Burning bridges like your life’s in danger Made John Orr your example Hope you’re never running out of your chapsticks May the world bow down to you And grant all of your wishes We owe it all to you, dear boy You made me lose my mind Now I‘m flying, I'm flying too high To hear you spit your lies Heard your mum got evicted Bet you didn’t even know, little stranger Made your choice, made your mantra Hope the people you’re around know you’re toxic May the world bow down to you And grant all of your wishes We owe it all to you, dear girl You made me lose my mind Now I‘m flying, I'm flying too high To hear you spit your lies You made me lose my You made me lose my mind You’re a song in the distance Trivial existence