Pull your fingertips along the edge of my hips You will miss this You will miss this shit when you can't get a hold of it
Even I have never seen it through the lens of something clear And I just turn my head to that because ignorance is bliss
Just how would you like me? I can serve her up nicely Salted lightly Just how would you like me? I can serve her up nicely Something like me
Eyes wide open, but a mind consistently shut Doesn't that suck? Doesn't that suck the life out of you and I?
Even I have never seen it through the lens of something clear And I just turn my head to that because ignorance is bliss Even I don't really need it, all of me is filled with greed And as I reach my hand towards that, it just gets slapped
Just how would you like me? I can serve her up nicely Salted lightly Just how would you like me? I can serve her up nicely Something like me
Doesn't that suck the life out of you and I?
Confused by this feeling, it doesn't leave You could never be me
Compositores: Jack Meidel, Jayce Williams, Stephen Kummer, Tom Papaccio & Zayna Youssef