Buffalo Tomato

Snow was enough
 Let them eat it
 Little thing that was a good remit
 Oh, you're just a genial pomade faker
 In the background was our perfect love
 Don't be like the salary man, man, man, man
 We are positive
 Opposite of what I'm feeling
 Hopefully I won't forget to breathe out there
 Trust the people though I am not like them
 For a second
 Wouldn't you rethink, it's a futile type we're making
 Took 'em around like he's hiding out
 There is something I've done, done, I've done
 I've done, done, I've done, I've done, done, done
 I wish somebody can
 Oh, there's only clear and blue
 You aren't feeling better, either pink or blue
 You want better, you want better, you want better
 You want better, you want
 I know what you're thinking
 See, you call the others sometimes too
 Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweetheart, sweetheart
 Sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart
 Still glow
 Ship
 Stars, stars, stars