Baywatch - Little Comets

The kinda person I wanna be

Was crystallized in 1993

Staring at her novel on screen

The road got bleaker

Just fixed by the culture in me

How easy now for me to pretend

That I was not affected at all

It runs much deeper

Saturday evening watching TV

I think my shit could be better than that

See the irresponsibilities

Get lost in the swimsuits

Short of to infect you, it’s worth

Repeat out every channel I took

Get underneath the waves till you’ll feel nothing

What kinda message does that send out?

I feel that this is happening again

Our children become women and men

They tap out an impeccable screen

The will gets weaker

A life in which you have to pretend

I hope they break before the commend

The tile of self-erosion goes on

And on and on and on

Saturday evening watching TV

I think my shit could be better than that

See the irresponsibilities

Dissolve in the swimsuits

Exacted out all the channels

My junior’s masses folded on up

I’m underneath the waves and I feel nothing

What kinda message does that send out?

Underneath the waves till you’ll feel nothing

What kinda message does that send out?

Carried by the waves till you

Feel nothing, it’s simple

Self-loathing in the bathroom mirror

We’ll be back, no fear

Send a message, can you get much clearer?

Saturday evening watching TV

I think my shit could be better than that

See the irresponsibilities

Dissolve in the swimsuits

The run-around, the chalice it took

The run-around that misses the nook

Underneath the waves then you’ll feel nothing

What kinda message does that send out?

Underneath the waves then you’ll feel nothing

Underneath the waves then you’ll feel nothing

What kinda message does that send out?