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Tiny machines will heal our bodiesAnd we'll never get sickSo my cough and cold will be something of ancient pastThen they'll vaccinate our emotionsAnd we'll never feel depressedSo my creeping sadness is something I will embraceMy stomach's in knots as I lay in my bedroomAnd I send you this text message--It's okay, um, we can always hang out in the futureI would fast-forward this moment by falling asleep until morningBut, damn, I have no successAs I lay awake and wait for your replyThis reminds me of the summer of 6th gradeClumsy and quiet and my failed attempt madeMy first crush, fall in loveA fistful of flowers I took from my neighbor's yardAnd years from now, when they figure outHow to put our memories in projector screensI'll call my friends up, have them overAnd watch that sad scene awkward version of meMy stomach's in knots and I'm burnt out,Calloused, broken, cheap, and I feel usedMy stomach's in knots, I surrenderLetras de cancionesMy stomach's in knots as I lay in my bedroomAnd I send you this text message--It's okay, um, we can always hang out in the futureFaulty wiring and short circuitsMy synapses connect the dumbest of thingsLike where you are is where you say, "I'm paranoid"My heart's a factory that failed to receive the order from my brainSad, slowed down production, there's no solid reason to panicMy stomach's in knots as I lay in my bedroomMy stomach's in knots as I lay in my bedroomAnd I send you this text message--It's okay, um, we can always hang out in the futureIt's okay, um, we can always hang out in the futureI would fast-forward this moment by falling asleep until morningBut, damn, I have no successAs I lay awake and wait for your reply From Letras Mania