Of all the spaceships That could've landed Yours was the worst conceived I've got to hand it to you Completely for you to meet me You had to come so far I've been real distant Little messages scrawled on spaceship walls They tell you how to fix your heart And engine stalls Quick hop in my car I drive the beater We're going to my house Cause I'm the leader And I've got a fireplace Looks like a devils mouth We'll feed it every night Till it warms our house Little messages I type into my phone Don't be a sweaty star try not to be alone Little messages little messages I don't like where they go They're so hard to follow