Closet Goth - Do You Think Divine Intervention Gave Me These Abs? lyrics

I drive for hours I drive four hours I'm picky, I pick apart the fruit I can't taste cinnamon Without thinking of you I won't disintegrate Do you need to be consoled I'm sorry I opened up so much Two birds big blue in a tree Sit on a curb I want to hug you I talk I won't disintegrate