We Use the Same Products

Ours is not a sweet love

Ours is not a flame that burns like heaven so nice

Don't look in my eyes or I tell you twice

It's really complicated

Ours is not a sweet goodbye

Ours is not a fear that melts like ice

So use your heart like a homing device

And tell it to me later

Suddenly there's no there there

And you're throwin' me another blank stare

'Cause we use the same products for our hair

For our hair

Ours is not a sweet lullaby

Ours is not a dream that falls on innocent eyes

Consider mulling over my sage advice

And get a new computer

Ours is not a home sweet home

Ours is not a street that leads to paradise

So hard to breathe with my balls in a vice

I really should be going

Suddenly neither one of us cares that

The rules are so unfair

'Cause we use the same products for our hair

For our hair

Ours is not a golden age

Ours is not a time that will be remembered as wise

So hang your heads and watch as it dies

And lose my phone number

'Cause we are made of passing dreams

We are here to entertain a sick diety

To procreate with a demon seed

But I swear it gets better

Suddenly the man upstairs comes down

To get some air and we hope he likes

What we've done to our hair

To our hair

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