Falling out of touch with all
My friends are somewhere, getting wasted
Hope they're staying glued together
I have arms for themTake another sip of them
It floats around and takes me over
Like a little drop of ink
In a glass of waterGet inside their clothes with my green gloves
Watch their videos in their chairs
Get inside their beds with my green gloves
Get inside their heads, love their lovesCinderella through the room
I glide and swan
'Cause I'm the best slow dancer
In the universeFalling out of touch with all
My friends are somewhere, getting wasted
Hope they're staying glued together
I have arms for themGet inside their clothes with my green gloves
Watch their videos in their chairs
Get inside their beds with my green gloves
Get inside their heads, love their lovesNow I hardly know them
And I'll take my time
I'll carry them over
And I'll make them mineGet inside their clothes with my green gloves
Watch their videos in their chairs
Get inside their beds with my green gloves
Get inside their heads, love their loves
Songwriters
AARON B. DESSNER, MATTHEW D. BERNINGERPublished by
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