Shall we beat this or celebrate it?
You're not the one to talk things through
You checked your text while I masturbated
Manelich, I feel so used
Found myself on spencer's butte
Traced your shadow with my shoe
Empty outline changed my view
Now all of me thinks less of you
On the sheet I see your horizon
All of me pressed onto you
But in this light you look like poseidon
I'm just a ghost you walk right through
Saw myself on spencer's butte
Landscape changed my point of view
Revelation may come true
Now all of me thinks less of you
(All of me wants all of you)
