Look Happy, It's The End Of The World

Where will you be this afternoon

I cut off all my fingers

No fame, I spill my guts

And orphaned desert isle

Like orphaned, big bang

Blink if you can hear me

Box my ears

Daddy, box my ears

Box my ears

Hoping

Is out of style

So look happy

It's the end of the world

I've got a big machine

It's blank and blue

Where will you be this afternoon

Meet me and I'll spill my guts

‘Cause I'm open to anything

I'm open for this time

And you can count the years

Count the years

Count the years

Hoping

Is out of style

So look happy

It's the end of the world