Cockpit full of regrets,
I need the hyperdrive
Aye, my card's been pulled.
I'm a mess
Scattered, ignite the skies
Cause I can't put up with my ♥♥♥♥.
I pulled up, get a grip
I'm touching tongues with the sun again.
It's just like me to try to run again,
What's the coordinates? I punch 'em in:
Like, what black hole did I touch?
What solar flare did I cause?
What wormholes did I close?
What'd I do to slip out your control?