I showed you a song I wrote about you we shared the headphones I didn't tell you the headphone I was using didn't work though You started crying and I didn't know what part you were at I'd really like to know what part you were at I'll make way more parts like that I'll make a whole song parts like that I'll make our life feel like that I remember the first song we ever played on headphones together Bohemian Rhapsody on that old couch In the basement I could still smell the leather I wish I could have that moment forever I really do You like it pop, 70's rock You love it reggaeton, beat with the drop I like it indie I like it sweet I like a rapper who's smooth on a beat Tell me when you're playing songs that are sad Tell me right now that you're thinking of me We should just get in my bed for the night Tell me right now that you're not gonna leave I showed you a song I wrote about you we shared the headphones I didn't tell you the headphone I was using didn't work though You started crying and I didn't know what part you were at I'd really like to know what part you were at I'll make way more parts like that Fuck it all when you call Call my work and say I broke my jaw Hit my head I'm taking Tylenol Super sick I'm eating all the Halls Super quick we're taking off our clothes Favourite songs sharing all of those You picked Jolene that's the one you showed Dang that song is really fricking dope Have you ever played movie songs Sitting with to who you belong Feeling like wow we're living it A love story they would film and shit Everything you say a lyric boo Entrusted every little fear to you Snuck a peek when we were kissing then Just to see your face when I'm near to you But I'm not done, no I'm never done Play another song and then another one Pick a playlist let an album run Man I made a playlist full of Malcolm's drums If your life had its own charts Baby play me all the number ones I was tryna get your number once I was tryna be your summer love Limewire when you want a song, member those days, days dead and gone Downloads taking way too long With the graphic names we weren't clicking on Dad calling like what the fuck why can't I go and turn the PC on? Well fuck guess I'll run away Probably need a sweater, yeah a fleecy one You make me feel like when I would burn a CD Full of songs about my crush And I'd go in my room and scream em With the big ass walk man And every time I jumped it would skip But it was worth it And you're worth it Yeah Yeah yeah yeah

I have placed a glass egg Above us floating An oval ovule In a dark blood-red void Carries our digital selves Embracing and kissing My skin-mud dense by you I anchor our darks I anchor our darks Sleep with one eye open Watching our sub-selves The keel of our ship These obstacles are just teaching us So we can merge even deeper Into our own personal mineral Fuse alloy, ship ahoy The hostility a broken heart endures The velocity of that injury Is returned to the world With the same grin, showing teeth When I was a girl I felt love was a building I marched towards But deadly demonic divorces demolished the ideal Now, with your romantic intelligence Sensual tenderness We dissolve old habits And place a glass egg Above us floating In the dark blood-red oval void Our lovemaking avatars in a shell

Your flirts it finds me out Teases the crack in me Smittens me with hope Possibly maybe, possibly maybe Possibly maybe As much as I definitely enjoy solitude I wouldn't mind perhaps Spending little time with you Sometimes, sometimes Possibly maybe, probably love Possibly maybe, probably love Uncertainty excites me Baby Who knows what's going to happen? Lottery or car crash? Or you'll join a cult Probably maybe, possibly love (He says) Probably maybe, possibly love Possibly Mon petit vulcan Your eruptions and disasters I keep calm Admiring your lava I keep calm Possibly maybe, probably love Possibly maybe, probably love Electric shocks I love them With you dozen a day But after a while I wonder Where's that love you promised me? Where is it? Possibly maybe, probably love Possibly maybe, probably love How can you offer me love like that? My heart's burned How can you offer me love like that? I'm exhausted Leave me alone Possibly maybe, possibly maybe Possibly maybe Since we broke up I'm using lipstick again I suck my tongue In remembrance of you Possibly maybe, possibly maybe Possibly maybe, possibly maybe Possibly maybe

Are these not just excuses to not connect? Our differences are irrelevant To only name the flaws Are excuses to not connect I bow to all that you've given me Thank you for staying while we learn To find our resonance, where we do connect To find our resonance, where we do connect If we don't grow outwards towards love We'll implode inwards towards destruction If my plant doesn't reach towards you There's internal erosion towards all Pursuing the light too hard is a form of hiding Are these not just excuses to not connect? Our differences are irrelevant To insist on absolute justice at all times It blocks connection Our union is stronger Our union is stronger than us Hope is a muscle That allows us to connect Hope is a muscle Hope is a muscle Hope is a muscle Hope is a muscle That allows us to connect

It's tricky when you feel someone has done something on your behalf It's slippery when your sense of justice murmurs underneath and is asking you, How am I going to make it right? How am I going to make it right? With a palm full of stars I throw them like dice, repeatedly On the table, repeatedly I shake them like dice And throw them on the table, repeatedly Until the desired constellation appears. How am I going to make it right? How am I going to make it right? How am I going to make it right? And did you hear, how am I going to make it right? How am I going to make it right? How am I going to make it right? How am I going to make it right? A fit memory.

Darling, stop confusing me With your wishful thinking Hopeful embraces Don't you understand? I have to go through this I belong to here, where no one cares and no one loves No light, no air to live in A place called Hate The City of Fear (Intrumental) It stops the hurting I play dead And the hurt stops It's sometimes just like sleeping Curling up inside my private tortures I nestle into pain Hug suffering Caress every ache I play dead (It stops the hurting) I play dead (It stops the hurting) I play dead (It stops the hurting) I play dead

One breath away from Mother Oceania Your nimble feet make prints in my sands You have done good for yourselves Since you left my wet embrace And crawled ashore Every boy is a snake, is a lily Every pearl is a lynx, is a girl Sweet like harmony made into flesh You dance by my side Children sublime You show me continents I see the islands You count the centuries I blink my eyes Hawks and sparrows race in my waters Stingrays are floating Across the sky Little ones, my sons and my daughters Your sweat is salty I am why I am why I am why Your sweat is salty I am why I am why I am why