I keep thinking about that damn penguin

You don’t know how much it hurts! Try me darling I’ve been worse Not the drunken nights and sleepless days When even I had no place to stay It’s not wrong to dream buddy Constellations in eyes already Butterflies they flied unsteady 22! It’s a good day to be me Quantum bits and fetal worlds Our tears and insect herds I miss songs with broken words It’s not working, animated girls I keep thinking about that damn penguin No, don’t mistake me for genuine We all, well some kind of exsanguine I wanna be that type of sanguine