[Verse 1]
Fond but not in love, like wet to water bug
Love but not ensconced, I'm fond of confidante
I'm sitting in a fire in the center of a 7-10 split
I am hit, but it is nothing
This is nothing
I am fine
Leave me alone
[Verse 2]
k**ed while sitting still, I think of her fondly
Still love being k**ed, I have abandoned me
Room looks like my colon and my eyes, red and puffy, roll around
They catch nothing
This is nothing
This is dead
It's dead, suppressed, and I have k**ed it
[Verse 3]
I thought I buried you
But here you come, gallivanting from the grave
You smell like formaldehyde
You kiss me as if I wasn't shivering
You kick your dirt around
You hold your stomach, luminescent bloody discharge
Pouring like a baking soda story
And I wake up thinking you missed me
Fond but not in love, I know I buried you
Fond but not in love, your ribs are showing now
Fond but not in love
I can't tell anyone