Shall we beat this or celebrate it?
You’re not the one to talk things through
You checked your text while I masturbated
Manelich, I feel so used
Found myself on Spencer’s bu*te
Traced your shadow with my shoe
Empty outline changed my view
Now all of me thinks less of you
On the sheet I see your horizon
All of me pressed onto you
But in this light you look like Poseidon
I’m just a ghost you walk right through
Saw myself on Spencer’s bu*te
Landscape changed my point of view
Revelation may come true
Now all of me thinks less of you
(All of me wants all of you)