Pick up the fuckin' phone I need a warmth of your tone Got my first 20 (straights) just to smoke it up alone
This is isolation This is demon bliss Could I reach for her kiss? Could I reach for her kiss?
If I’m swum, baby, it’s not your fault I always sunk, I always sunk You ain’t used to a boy who bleeds to the moon It ain’t your fault (it ain't your fault) I’d sink in salt (baby) Scarlet fingers I could move through you But to drown you to disgrace fumes
This is isolation This is demonic bliss Could I reach for her kiss? Could I reach for her kiss?
Rhetoric verses I could spill Only to find myself to limbo wish (only to drown myself to limbo wish) This is whisky This is ocean bed Baby, let it take me instead Let it take me instead
