Landmarks of the muses that inspired the music
When I could break it off and chill without trying to lose it
Admiring you inside of a blue revolving room
And ruminating on opportunities that I got to prove that
I was the one, baby I was a bum
And honey I shoulda dipped but baby I couldn't run
You were vodka and rum, I was honest and young
Apologetic opportunism inside of a gun
And you were powder, power, demons, flowers
Many different people, venus, ours
Mine, theirs, why should I lie baby I'm, scared
Miles from a place where my
Mind, clear, making my mind up
Tryna make a real bird out of a wind up
Tryna hold tight, tryna grip to it
Thinking like I gotta follow through because I signed up
Make it, break it, give it, take it
Love it, lose it, trippin, face it
Fell into you in many different, places
I can still see them now
Landmarks of the muses that inspired the music
When I could just hang out with you without hiding in music
Confiding in you inside of a room I thought was moving
Ruminating on opportunities that I got to prove that
I was the one, and maybe I was the one
And honey I shoulda dipped but baby I couldn't run
Sometimes I still remember how to be young
I wander in and out of knowing what and how to become
Not far, from the places i'd explored with you
And all the ruckus that I caused with you, got lost in you
Hit it off with my Boston crew
They said roth she was born for you
I couldn't argue with that, saw her in art in the hall of the flat
Saw her in sculptures at the park and in the garden intact
So if I dont recognize it then I'm calling it back
It's time that I should prolly call it a wrap, to autumn and back