Things That'll Never Make Sense

The track opens with layered, lo-fi synth pads typical of dungeon synth, joined by airy dreampop guitars and glockenspiel for tweepop brightness, A playful trumpet melody floats above the mix, Bass and light drum machine drive the twee pulse throughout, creating an ethereal yet whimsical soundscape

[Verse] The cats at the end of my bed And me still livin' rent-free in your head And the scar 'bove my eye From a bump in my camp's school bus when I was five [Verse 2] The question of why we're all here And the time I lost a whistle in the theater last year The doll at the end of the hall And how I know she knows I know she's not real at all [Chorus] These are things that'll never make sense And I've tried my best To not get upset And no one seems to have any answers yet These are things that'll never make sense [Verse 3] I got high with my friends And I told them that story from my childhood again And they all laughed and said That they always thought my head was screwed on wrong at best [Verse 4] The ghost at the end of my bed She leaned down to my ear and she said "Who do you think you are? I know who you are But who do you think you are?" [Chorus] These are things that'll never make sense And I've tried my best To not get upset And no one seems to have any answers yet These are things that'll never make sense

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