My Body's Made of Crushed Little Stars

I’m not doing anything
I’m not doing anything
My body’s made of crushed little stars
And I’m not doing anything
I wanna see the whole world
I wanna see the whole world
I don’t know how I’m gonna pay rent
I wanna see the whole world
Would you kill me, Jerusalem?
Kill me, Jerusalem
Kill me, Jerusalem
Come find me
I better ace that interview
I better ace that interview
I should tell them that I’m not afraid to die
I better ace that interview
Uh
I work better under a deadline
I work better under a deadline
I pick an age when I’m gonna disappear
Until then I can try again
Until then I can try again
Kill me, Jerusalem
Kill me, Jerusalem
Kill me, Jerusalem
Go and kill me