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