the girls in the back of the room having the time of their lives as they sing out of tune you know i ll be going soon to the back of the room because i can t keep calling my mother i need another kind of other and even though i love my brother he won t do like you up against the back wall i know you ve heard it all but you should know i want nothing more than the idea of you it s not that i m dying to be young again but the last few years have turned me into an alien and you should know that you re just filling in for the idea of you
['melancholia', 'slowcore']