Lemon Pepper Wings

[Intro] [Heavy, phased guitar riff, synth arpeggios begin] [Verse 1] I’m sitting on the kitchen floor again Avoiding eye contact with my friends They talk about the stock market or maybe college I just want to process all my knowledge And the only thing that makes it clear Is the smell of pure delicious fear Twenty wings, waiting in the plastic bin This is where my perfect life begins. [Pre-Chorus] I know it sounds stupid, I know it sounds cheap But you can't text me back if my hands are all greasy deep So I lock the phone and I turn the lights down low To watch the static in the radio flow [Chorus] Lemon Pepper Wings, oh, the comfort they bring It's a chemical orange sunrise, a philosophical thing Psychedelic seasoning dust on my fingertips A perfectly tangy kiss from the abyss, yeah Lemon Pepper Wings, that’s my true north star They never complain about who I really are. [Verse 2] She said she liked my glasses, but not my shirt And the rejection really made my feelings hurt So I microwaved the leftovers, waited for the 'ding' And watched the yellow dust begin to cling It's citrus and salt, a perfect golden blend A mathematical flavor I can comprehend Unlike human relationships, complex and frayed These chicken pieces always get me paid (in flavor, I mean) [Pre-Chorus] I know it sounds stupid, I know it sounds cheap But you can't text me back if my hands are all greasy deep So I lock the phone and I turn the lights down low To watch the static in the radio flow [Chorus] Lemon Pepper Wings, oh, the comfort they bring It's a chemical orange sunrise, a philosophical thing Psychedelic seasoning dust on my fingertips A perfectly tangy kiss from the abyss, yeah Lemon Pepper Wings, that’s my true north star They never complain about who I really are. [Instrumental Break] [Flanged guitar solo, heavy tremolo, synth swells and reverse cymbal effects] [Bridge] I see the patterns in the Styrofoam cup Am I just waiting for the whole world to erupt? Is the universe just a large-scale version of my basket order? Random atoms floating, crossing every border? Maybe I am just the sum of the paprika and the lime Trapped inside this awkward, mid-90s body for all time. [Chorus] Lemon Pepper Wings, oh, the comfort they bring It's a chemical orange sunrise, a philosophical thing Psychedelic seasoning dust on my fingertips A perfectly tangy kiss from the abyss, yeah Lemon Pepper Wings, that’s my true north star They never complain about who I really are. [Outro] Lemon Pepper, Lemon Pepper Yeah, the universe is zesty (It’s so zesty) [Fuzzy power chords repeat and fade with synth drone]