mind, initially

I'll be like my soul, I'll be liven the life, I'll be like the moon, I'll be underneath you

I'll be under the sun, in the garden getting high in the late afternoon

What you say, what do you mean?

People relating to me, parasocially

All my friends empty

I've convinced myself

Too boring

I've been shelved

Wake up to a moral obligation

To act a certain way

I did this to myself

But its not going away

I've tried, oh I've tried to not write anymore songs about you

But if its not in my mind initially, it raised up subconsciously

I've tried, oh I've tried to not write anymore songs about you

But if its not in my mind initially, it raised up subconsciously

'Cause I know you'd love that

I know you'll writhe in it

Seeing me seethe over

Pining over

What we could've been right?

'Cause I know you'd love that

I know you'll writhe in it

Seeing me seethe over

Pining over

What we could've been right?

What we could've been right?

My eyes, they're growing flowers

Thorns through my veins

Everything I do is vain

Grass through the smalls of my legs

Moss on my teeth

I am becoming one again

Fo le mi my eyes can't see your face

I think that you are pretty

Fo le mi my eyes can't see your hands

Mine are twisted up vines

Fo le mi my eyes can't see your stare

My heart can it goes bah dah dah dah dum