I disappear with my candlelit sticks and I've fixed all my crucifixes
My god won't permit this, a primitive ability to diss them
Mama told me I was six then, a sick trend to seek beyond the earth and men
And all my pleasures need a metre just to measure them
I see clear with my eyes in the pen, and my ink good it inks so well and
I don't think they care about, none of these are news that they could read about
Speak about, open mouth, Spielberg and I muscle jaws with that syntax
Orbiting around me with scope, there's no telling I hope - intact
You can channel those thoughts to remember, last year we was f*cking in December
I took your castle now you can surrender, and I always play for keeps I'm a contender
Comin home without any agenda
I'm comin' clean, comin' clean, comin' clean
I'm comin' clean, comin'
I am comin' clean, comin' clean, comin' clean
I'm comin' clean, comin' clean
For you
I could fold you like an envelope when I make my antidote
And I quote, that you said that I could be your lady
Always text at 2 AM cause I ain't got your baby
Show me how to satisfy my cravings, maybe!
All we had in common was the eighties
Now we share our records and we're smoking on a daily
The process is inherent to the way I left my theory
Interfering with another's I just came here for my supper
Do I stutter? Brother, I couldn't find myself a better lover - and I insist
That my blood's your blood and that they call incest
When I look into your eyes and I can't resist my thighs drip
Sentimentally a layered synth, been together ever since
Baby put me on the brink, I can see the depth you feel within me
I can see the depth you see within me when you see me comin'
And I'm comin' for your honey
I'm comin' clean, comin' clean, comin' clean
I'm comin' clean, comin'
I am comin' clean, comin' clean, comin' clean
I'm comin' clean, comin' clean
For you