Pick up the fuckin' phone
I need a warmth of your tone
Got my first 20 just to smoke it up alone
This is isolation
This is demon bliss
Could I reach for her kiss
Could I reach for her kiss
If I'm swum, baby, it's not your fault
I always sunk, I always sunk
You ain't used to a boy who bleeds to the moon
It ain't your fault (it ain't your fault), I'd sink in salt (it ain't)
Scarlet fingers, I could move through you
But to drown you to disgrace fume
This is isolation
This is demonic bliss
Could I reach for her kiss
Could I reach for her kiss
Rhetoric verses I could spill
Only to find myself to limbo wish
This is whisky
This is ocean bed
Baby, let it take me instead
Let it take me instead
