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[Intro] Stand, pause, turn, turn Stand, pause, turn, turn Stand, pause, turn, turn Stand, pause, turn, turn I'm gone After you said what you did There ain't no way I'm coming back Spill the wine Return the gifts I'm out of here [Verse 1] (Let me explain) (Let me explain) I don't want to ruin your ball-gown Because I'm not feeling law-bound You can probably coffee-grind by body-mind into a psychotropic compound An ice age will thaw before I'm able to play ball Your cryptic texts aren't state law Yet read like an algebraic scroll But I know you're gone After that gut wrenching shout match And my out of whack palm read, got me on leave In this outback with some lounge act But don't crossbreed with my ennui it's a mousetrap For the besmirched and weakened I'm like a jerkhead telling you to twerk for the church of England My advice stay so socratic, don't panic if I'm looking like a dope addict Because I'm depressed as shit Knowing that my capricious lover is a migrant bird Your absence caused quiet stirs That progressed into a violent dirge Of victim blaming and miscellaneous quips to prove that my discourse's boyish I had my heart explained to me I was drawn to quarters by hoarse voices But you forgot to listen to me when I said [Pre-Chorus] I'm impossible to love and cannot keep an open mind So you left me where I was Shredded in your motion lines (x2) [Chorus] We never touched on it, touched on it What we left To be in love and treated love like a brush with death We never touched on it (x2) [Verse 2] This shit is depressing, man. Get over it Slice at the knuckle where the mind bends And I become a motherfucker fucker times ten Crisis all look enormous when your body suffers a sugar shortage I'll cook a swordfish or prep any gourmet platter to stimulate your gray matter Girl, this rap shit left me worse for wear And I ain't got that perfect hair, my love feels like a cervix tear But you kissed me by my desk light Cause you're looking like my next wife Cause you're looking like my next wife Cause you're looking like my next wife I'm here burning midnight oil Soaking gravitas into cotton swabs In return I get tight coils of human waste as toothpaste Oh I get it, I'm old news, a motherfucking brontosaurus And to think that I invited you to my underwater forest A thousand fuck-you’s sprung-loaded in a balled up fist I open my palms and my eyelids become two devolved pussy lips And I deserve it [Pre-Chorus] [Chorus]
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