Lyrics Sérotonine - Descartes A Kant

Sérotonine

Through your eyes,
I’m amazing
I look better than I am
When you´re around,
I’m not lazy;
I’m a better version of myself
Mirror me through your eyes
Your soul projects significance
Like a long lost soul mate,
you overcompensate my lost self
I embellish you and everything around
It’s a power I’ve been working lately on
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out of my head
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out of my head
She’s debating if she loves you
She’s debating if you care
She’s debating if it’s real,
if it’s math,
if it’s love
in the shape of an obsession
or neurological connections
were deformed by the past
Where deformed by the past
Where deformed by the past
Expended self
Love is just an incessant need of expansion
Genetically,
love is made of our ceaseless
need of glucose molecules
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out of my head
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out of my head
She’s debating if she loves you
She’s debating if you care
She’s debating what’s important,
what is real
what is you
what is her and her needs
what’s the chemical imbalance from no serotonine
if it’s worth so many tears
if it’s worth for her to bleed