Car Seat Headrest Lowbrow Lyrics

I got, no mind control
I don't, know where it goes
But it always seems guilty, when I call its name

You're only ever horny when I'm getting out of bed
To turn on the water, and make some breakfast
It feels like a big deal

I can't believe you got yourself discussed in this culture
It's so bitter I thought, you were better than that
And it feels like a big deal

You got, no comfort zone
You must, be getting lonely
Used to be the only fucker with potential argument

And you were in talks to sell out to Satan
But after a while,​ they stopped respondin'
So you started reblogging genderqueer stuff
And you lost a lot of friends
It was a big deal

(Whoa, whoa)

I can't believe you got yourself discussed in this culture
It's, so bitter I thought, you were better than that
And it feels like a big deal
(And it feels like a big deal)


Everyone feels that I have no time and
Everyone falls in the bathroom this time and
Everyone said that we want albums
So keep on being an asshole to everyone

You got, no love control
Yeah it's, so conditional
That it always seems to hesitate
When you ask it for money

Yeah I, got mind control
I'm almost always good to go
But tonight I ate too much
And I'm still thinking about my insurance
Yeah you know how that feels