Leave me now
Like the reductive bloomer you're supposed to be
Meet me on a Sunday
Play Pink Floyd
While I pray to the hearthstone
And wish upon an eyelash
They're good at helping people like yourself
You said, oh, come on, bud
You've got to have more of an identity than that
Liking cock and also having one
Come on, bud
There's got to be more to you than that
One day I fell
But I fell right into place
Someone once told me that my heart and soul is stronger than my body