[Verse I] Nevada dust on the dashboard, headlines shedding their skin, Streetlights blink like witnesses to everything we’re in. Time feels edited lately, like a jump-cut dream, I’m awake inside the question of what sane means. Little bottles promise clarity, deliver a shrug, Every cure wears the outfit of a recreational drug. I look up at the ceiling like it owes me a sign, The future keeps buffering, the past won’t rewind. [Hook] Little green at the table, little gray like i said, Doing drugs with the aliens, learning ones called fred. What the hell is happening now, gravity feels thin, Little green, little gray, let the opium begin. Little green drawing circles, little gray drawing lines, Borrowed light in our pupils, borrowed sense of time. Every truth feels rented, every laugh feels staged, Little green, little gray, passing the starting cage. Doing drugs with little aliens, trying to feel okay, Little green, little gray, watching the world decay. [Verse II] Sirens practice lullabies outside the apartment door, The news keeps saying “historic” like it’s said before. Hope shows up overdressed, doubt never leaves the room, We dance around the answer like it might explode soon. Little green says “observe,” little gray says “adapt,” One hands me a future, the other a map with no facts. I ask which one is lying, they just look at me strange, Say the truth doesn’t break, it's just quiet to rearrange. [Hook] Little green at the table, little gray like i said, Doing drugs with the aliens, learning ones called ned. What the hell is happening now, gravity feels thin, Little green, little gray, let the opium begin. Little green drawing circles, little gray drawing lines, Borrowed light in our pupils, borrowed sense of time. Every truth feels rented, every laugh feels aged, Little green, little gray, passing the dopey stage. Doing drugs with little aliens, trying to feel okay, Little green, little gray, wasted with fires decay. [Bridge] Serious faces, clever answers wrapped in smoke, Every joke hits harder the closer it’s spoke. If this is progress, it limps, if it’s fate, it stalls, The universe stays quiet while the algorithm calls. I swear I hear the planet holding breath at night, Waiting to be wrong or waiting to be right. [Verse III] Morning audits the damage, light finds stains on the floor, Memory feels negotiated, like a closing-door Little green packed wonder, little gray packed regret, I’m still brushing off stardust, still not sober yet. I step back into daylight, the street looks the same, But something’s been renamed, something misplaced. If I sound disconnected, it’s probably true, Hard to stay grounded when the sky’s been talking to you. [Final Hook] Little green at the table, little gray like i said, Doing drugs with my aliens, new friends, ned and fred. What the hell is happening now, gravity feels thin, Little green, little gray, let the opium begin. Little green drawing circles, little gray drawing lines, Borrowed light in our pupils, borrowed sense of time. Every truth feels rented, every laugh feels staged, Little green, little gray, passing the loss of rage. Doing drugs with little aliens, trying to feel okay, Little green, little gray, from a place with no decay. Doing drugs with little aliens, trying to feel okay, Doing drugs with little aliens, trying to feel okay---!
