I tend to be absent-minded
I'm dreaming the best of days
My focus is out of alignment
I don't know the rest of the way
My first love will always be music
Maybe my second and third
I don't get the luxus of choosing
Maybe this sounds absurd
If you are invested in me
You're set up for disappointment
All I could offer at best is
To be your Part-time Boyfriend
I don't have a lot to spare
My work will never end
And I have ambition
And I have ambition
I tend to be somewhat broken
A cloudy being
A thought you can soak in
Forfeit my body it's timeless
So I guess
I'll wait till I'm someday awoken
My first love will always be art, and not content
My second is losing my shirt
My third love is living the moment
And maybe this thought sounds absurd
If you are invested in me
You're set up for disappointment
All I could offer at best is
To be your Part-time Boyfriend
I don't have a lot to spare
My work will never end
And I have ambition
And I have ambition