[Intro]
 

[Verse 1]
             
She was part o

             
f the Air Forc

              
e, I was part 

       
of the band
              
I always used 

   
to bust into h

er hand
            
 In my, my, my

           
 imagination
             
I was living m

             
y best life, l

              
iving with my 


parents
              
Way before the

 
 paying penanc

e and verbal p

ropellants
            
 And my, my, m

        
y cancellation

, hm, yeah


[Instrumental]
   
  


[Verse 2]
             
And I fell in 

            
love with a bo

y, it was kind

a lame
             
 I was Rimbaud

     
 and he was Pa

ul Verlaine
            
 In my, my, my

      
 imagination
             
 So many cring

             
es in the hero

            
in binges
             
I was coming o

              
ff the hinges,

 
 living on the

 fringes
            
Of my, my, my 

     
imagination, o

h, yeah


[Pre-Chorus]
   
     Enough ab

out me now
           
     "You gott

  
a talk about t

he people, bab

y"
  
     (But that

's kind of the

 idea)


[Chorus]
            
At home, somew

     
here I don't l

ike
             
Eating stuff o

      
ff of motorbik

es
             
Cumming to her

              
 lookalikes
            
I can't get th

  
e language rig

ht
             
Just tell me w

             
hat's unladyli

       
ke


[Verse 3]
             
I know some Va

             
ccinista tote 

           
bag chic baris

tas
              
Sitting east o

        
n their commun

ista keisters
            
 Writing about

            
 their ejacula

tions
             
"I like my men

              
 like I like m

  
y coffee
             
Full of soy mi

              
lk and so swee

              
t, it won't of


fend anybody"
             
Whilst stainin

             
g the pages of

          
 the nation, o

h, yeah


[Pre-Chorus]
    
     A Xanax a

nd a Newport
           
     "Well I t

             
ake care of my

              
 kids", she sa

     
id


[Chorus]
            
The worst insi

      
de of us beget

s
             
That feeling o

      
n the internet
     
It's like some

one intended i

t
             
(Like advertis

    
ing cigarettes

)
            
A diamond in t

   
he rough beget

s
             
The diamond wi

            
th a scruff yo

      
u get


[Instrumental Bridge]
 
   
   
  
   
   


[Outro]
             
Am I ironicall

            
y woke? The bu

tt of my joke?
             
Or am I just s

              
ome post-coke,

 
 average, skin

ny bloke
            
 Calling his e

        
go imagination

?
             
I've not picke

              
d up that in a

             
 thousand four

         
 hundred days
              
And nine hours

     
 and sixteen m

inutes, babe
             
 It's kind of 

            
my daily itera

     
tion