Death of a Strawberry (Tree City Sessions)

[Verse 1: Tilian]
Sick of being in my head and thinkin' 'bout my fate
And worried about my health
Wanna waste away my days with a pretty young thing
And blow through all my wealth

[Refrain: Tilian]
I made some mistakes, not so good with planning
Got some skills in easy living
Cut my ties with desperation and learned to live with a little sensation

[Chorus: Tilian]
Hey, just for the day, we'll pretend I'm made of money
I'll be your sugar daddy
Hey, let's make a fool of ourselves and crash a party
Act like we own the place, hey
Whoa, act like we own the place

[Post-Chorus: Tilian, Jon Mess]
Swinging back and forth
All my faults are peaking past the surface
Is it worth it to fall back down?
Please make way for the special invented armor
Mental protection if reality is raging harder
Hello, Mister Mime; hello, medicine
I believe denial makes me hella intelligent

[Refrain: Tilian]
We're way too caught up in the race with time
It's getting hard to take it in
We're trying hard to be the first in line
Just wanna be a kid again, a kid again

[Verse 2: Tilian]
Sick of being in my head and thinkin' 'bout my fate
And worried about my health
Wanna waste away my days with a pretty young thing
And blow through all my wealth
Over, over, overwhelmed again
Oh, bury it away

[Chorus: Tilian]
Hey, just for the day, we'll pretend I'm made of money
I'll be your sugar daddy
Hey, let's make a fool of ourselves and crash a party
Act like we own the place, hey
Whoa, act like we own the place

[Post-Chorus: Tilian, Jon Mess]
Killing all the flies, I'm not done swinging back and forth yet
Forgive me for what I may do
Please make way for the special invented armor
Mental protection, if reality is raging harder
Hello, Mister Mime; hello, medicine
I believe denial makes me hella intelligent

[Outro: Jon Mess]
I know we trust each other; don't fail the litmus
We all need partners for the pain of existence
My bedroom chemistry set ended up on your Pinterest
Pledging allegiance to a few common interests
Claw my way to the top of the centipede
Sum of its parts is prescribing me symmetry
Every bone picked, decision was orchestrated
Cut the head off and the legs will call the action complacent