Scott Pilgrim's World

Pink hair
We live in tunnel vision
Epiphanies in my dreams it's your visage
Snowflakes on her nose never wintered
Frost-bit my control giga-bitches
There's serotonin in my veins got an analog drip
Up up down down analog trip
She's rollerblading in my dome
Shifting things through my head
She's confusion an illusion Mary Winstead

Onomatopoeian movies
Comically deluded by my reality
Subconsciously secluded from what's in front of me
But she's talking to me
Oh yeah she's talking to me

Snow in Toronto
We were dancing on our own
I can see you're freezing cold
Here you can take my coat

Blue hair leather jacket KO
B-b-bomb sex knives out I skate slow
I captain ghost ships out of American Dreams
Causing screams
She pulls me in the sirens sound around me and my
Clouds clear Milky Way can't see
I'm punching holes through moons
Does superman envy
Boss levels I'm bedeviled
I'm running out of lives
Seeing double I'm in treble
Am I more dependent on my visual morphine
Subscriptions to depictions of fake melancholy
You know what Edgar's right it's just a fucking movie
But she's looking at me
Why don't we watch the movie

Snow in Toronto
We were dancing on our own
I can see you're freezing cold
Here you can take my coat

Beware
Black snow's everywhere
Same fucking colour as your hair
And I don't really care no
I live in constant fear
That I'll be all alone
Tryna get this high-score on my own
Because we never really got that far
In this game
'Cause we never really got that far
'Cause we never really got that far in this game
'Cause we never really got that far
'Cause we never really got that far in this game