Aries Equals Good Trash - Of Montreal

How can we know what we are if we don’t know what we’re not?

How can we know what we’re not if we know that we’re everything and nothing?

Oh God

I’m here to serve you, I am here to deserve your love

We could be each other’s eternal joy

We could be each other’s eternal joy

I’m here to serve you, I am here to deserve your love

Reality is a sloppy bitch it really loves to intrude

I compare thee to a saturnalia if I may be so crude

Oh God

We could be each other’s eternal joy

We could be each other’s eternal joy

I’m here to serve you, I am here to deserve your love

I’m here to serve you, I am here to deserve your love

I’m here to serve you

Now we are extras in the unreality show that’s called Hate On The Spectrum

Yeah though you and I don’t have to watch, no, we don’t have to step on

butterflies

We can be chill and we could be each other’s eternal joy