All my white tees have Rorschachs
But I clean up well
Like a kid I wrote your name down, in my notebook
I want two hands
Form a net to catch a gal I'm really sweet on
Light a candle at the slightest provocation
We speak code like
Lime Oscar Victor Echo
Under hoodies raining let's go
Speak your language to me
I am listening to you
These short nights are cruel to me
Air feels lighter when you're around
Walk through the club with snipers breath
Grew a little crest now I'm restless
I want whats good for you
You want whats good for me
I want whats good for you
You want whats good for me