David Lang - My Beloved lyrics

[Intro] Just your flock, just your companians Just your kids, just your cheeks Just your neck, just your couch And my perfume, and my beloved And my breasts, and my beloved And my love [Verse 1: Mike Posner] Yeah, I'm drowning in my own genius, that's what I'd like to think That's the attitude I've taken on these type of things A man can never own a woman, he just thinks he does Add it to the list of the dirty sh** I'm thinking up Just tryna lighten up your mood, but you prefer it dark Soften all of the places up that were hard Put a couple of my kisses on your birthmarks I think you're hiding who you are and that's the worst part I never wanted to own you, just your neck Just your good needs, just your two breasts Just the good parts of you and your perfume, baby Don't ask the sun to shine more like the moon, baby [Chorus: blackbear] Just your neck, just my couch Just your perfume, and my beloved And your wrists, just my couch And my love [Verse 2: blackbear] Yeah, I was just seeing double, you look like extra trouble But I can see right through you like vodka, sneaking subtle We spent some weeks apart, I couldn't wait to see you But I got home and it was different, I don't believe you You was out f**ing him, you know that's just the truth Wanted to f** with you, did not know you could be so rude But looks could be deceiving, maybe you never see me Maybe this all just is a movie and it's just a screening Maybe you wanted me and I don't want you anymore Maybe I fall in love with everything I should ignore [Chorus: blackbear] Just your neck, just my couch Just your perfume, and my beloved And your wrists, just my couch And my love [Verse 3: blackbear] Yeah, maybe it's today, maybe it's tomorrow I'm really tryna change, I'm just feeling hollow Some were made to lead, some were made to follow I'm all up on Raya, tryna f** a model Because thinking 'bout you with him made me sick I should really beat his a**, but instead, I took your sh** You always coming at me with some kind of weakness I don't need your secrets, I don't need your deep sh** All I really need is [Chorus: blackbear] Just your neck, just my couch Just your perfume, and my beloved And your wrists, just my couch And my love