� �Burning in the coconut, I'm sitting on the floor� �Coco's such a maniac, I can't do this anymore� �Everything we're doing just feels *** cold� �Everything we're shooting is just fake B roll� �B-sides, game time, feel that's all� �How did this happen when we were so close?� �How did this all go so V-ton?� �When it all started, I thought we would grow old� �Living in the city with a baby and a dog� �Doing school runs in a 4x4� �I've made pancakes and waffles� �I could be a stay-at-home G.I. Joe� � �Betty said to Coco, you can't do this anymore� �One day you'll see you're *** wrong� �Sometimes B-sides are the best song� �Sometimes killing time's very fruitful� �I know I can't make you younger� �I can't stop life moving onwards� �I can't hide you from life's horrors� �I'm not making you like a parlor� �Too much Kino and online shopping� �Off-white and forced ones in boxes� �You're a *** cook and I can't even put them on� �Even if you could, you couldn't even put them on�