Office of Softness Video (MV)

Call me up and I'm cooking for better love than your shushes
Like, 'was she wishin' she was 'she' or is she fishin' for blushes?'
First know that, no, you can't touch this, you're oaths are old and need crutches
Two fold, you're cold, we've discussed it, behold you're mold be disgusted
Three overjoyed as disrober you rover ovaries over
Four cornered sober to stoner to tortured tones to disorder
Border loner but shorter in times as quartered controller
Untold beholdings for scolding withhold in holds for a quarter
For sordid codes, sort of order, lacking light in enlightenment
Five you've died of entitlement, lied and cried tried to heighten it
You like when you're fighting enticing knives in environment
Shy and hide from you're wiring, so entirely tiring
Six we'll fix you remix it until you're tricks aren't an issue
Tissue missions in visions betwixt a mix up and misuse
Given licks with the whip of a lip like switches with stiffest of grip
Stitches in wishes they'd snip and seven's the heavenly trip

I'm soft and I'm hard
A paradox made of logic
Honest in heart
And a f*cking star on a rocket
I'm soft and I'm hard
A paradox made of logic
Honest in heart
And a f*cking star on a rocket

Used to be confused about which shoes that I could use
So I'd wear sneakers and t-shirts impede competing for blues
I'd choose unusual for rooming consumed with my student cues
Tuned into a refusal of fool, but feud would amuse
I'd shoot my future then stoop and spew my sutures in sewers
To see the teeth of the people my steeple needs me a Bueler
Pews of clueless recluses concluded stupid and feeble
To reach the peak of unequaled but seek a dream for the future
That soothes accruement of truancy true to coups for a sequel
Of beaten teams being eaten that sing of lingering tumors
Blew up pupils with sucrose then flew the coop for the regal
Deceitful evil kenevil seeming speakers of fecal
Who drink the sink to the brink of unthinking teetering treacle
A beaming ego so Beagle but Naut a Darwin or Nemo
You're just Confucian conclusive eluding rumors of vino
So keep your keno as keynote and lead me a, b, to c notes

I'm soft and I'm hard
A paradox made of logic
Honest in heart
And a f*cking star on a rocket
I'm soft and I'm hard
A paradox made of logic
Honest in heart
And a f*cking star on a rocket