I'm gonna say what I want you to know
And you can't let it go
I've whittled my eyeballs down to the floor
When my head says it's time to move on
My heart just tags along
And all of your friends are egging me on
Cold pussy (cold pussy)
It's me and you or it's you and me with nothing in between
'Til love and lust and lady luck start tearing at the seam
I'm so apologetic for my aesthetics
I saw comprehensive list of your confessions
It's a sole full of headache
