My Friend Mica

My friend Mica could kill you
I've never trusted anyone more
My friend Mica could love you
More than I think I ever could

You're scary when you're driving
Almost killed me in your car
On our way upstate, to look at strangers in the mall
Knowing nothing's on the other side
Everyone went home

Scared the people that we love
Will get old and uncool
We'll all get old and uncool

My friend Mica makes me brave
I used to be so afraid of crowds
My friеnd Mica loves beige
I'd paint thе whole world to stop the sound

Part of growing up is knowing there's a kid
Talking to me from the back of my skull
And it's still scared of everything
Right now, it's seeing stars
When the doctor sticks a needle in my arm

And I'm still seeing stars
I'm still seeing stars

I feel like I was like freaking out a little bit
Having done like four grams of like psilocybin concentrate in a day