I'm in love with an icon
I don't expect him to call
I'm crushed in glamour, a soul disaster
And I feel like a criminal
Turn out the light, come crush me
We're getting bruised and we're not even touching
Are you sincere, or are you dangling bait?
And if I bite, will you judge me?
I don't know what's genuine
I go back and forth with him
Does a screw make a bad linchpin?
I don't know what's genuine
I think about, this is the ground where the grounded are
I thought I couldn't be touched, ‘till they tapped me out
And I didn't even feel it at all
"The bigger the hands” is so full of shit
The neighborhood is one crowded bed
They're all so straight, they swear the Earth was flat
And that the bend is in my head, yo, fuck that
I don't know what's genuine
So I go back and forth with him
Does a screw make a bad linchpin?
I don't know what's genuine
Oh I'm losing control
Who's in control?
I'm losing control
Who is in control, oh who is in control?
I'm losing control, I'm losing control
(Can't be touched, can't be touched)
So addicted, I can't be touched
(Sent from above)
So addicted, I can't be touched
I don't know what's genuine
So I go back and forth with him
Does a screw make a bad linchpin?
I don't know what's genuine
