This Must Be How... Lyrics
This must be how everyone feels
This must be at least
Kind of like
How everyone
Kind of feels
Like photosynthesis
Through overripe sense
Like a mask made of dry spaghetti
Everybody underlines
The same sentence
This must be at least
Kind of like
What everyone
Kind of thinks
I’ll hoard wilted lettuce
And Photoshop my grin
Like never-ending love and electricity
All kinds of things you can’t see
We still all trust to be there
But I depend on that glimpse of the El
From inside the greenhouse
Or I sweat and risk cooking my noodle mask
This must be at least
Kind of life