by @parsnip.bsky.social
No, not baby anymore
No, not baby anymore
And he finds a home in me
For what misfortune sows, he knows my touch will reap
And he finds a home in me
For what misfortune sows, he knows my touch will reap
'Cause I'm hard, too hard to know
'Cause I'm hard, too hard to know
With a lot, but I’m not turned on
So put away that meat you’re selling
'Cause I do know what’s good for me
With a lot, but I’m not turned on
So put away that meat you’re selling
'Cause I do know what’s good for me
Yeah, I'll haunt the world inside you
Yeah, I'll haunt the world inside you
Gimme, gimme, gimme what you got
In your mind in the middle of the night
Gimme, gimme, gimme what you got
In your mind in the middle of the night
But all the time, all the time
I'll know, I'll know
Baby, I can't help you out while she's still around
But all the time, all the time
I'll know, I'll know
Baby, I can't help you out while she's still around
I may be soft in your palm
But I'll soon grow hungry for a fight
And I will not let you win
I may be soft in your palm
But I'll soon grow hungry for a fight
And I will not let you win
Shall I release you?
Must I release you?
As I rise to meet my glory
Shall I release you?
Must I release you?
As I rise to meet my glory
Trying to fit beneath the skin
Trying to fit beneath the skin
The ants weigh more than the elephants
Nothing, nothing is manageable
The ants weigh more than the elephants
Nothing, nothing is manageable
Scratch me out, free yourself
Fast as you can
Fast as you can, baby
Scratch me out, free yourself
Fast as you can
Fast as you can, baby
Scratch me out, free yourself
Scratch me out, free yourself
Let it begin, heaven cannot wait forever
Let it begin, heaven cannot wait forever
Oh, you silly, stupid pastime of mine
You were always good for a rhyme
Oh, you silly, stupid pastime of mine
You were always good for a rhyme
He did a commendable job
He did a commendable job
Here's coming a better version of me
Here's coming a better version of me
I'll soar the uneven winds
Complain and blame the sterile land
I'll soar the uneven winds
Complain and blame the sterile land
My method is uncertain
It's a mess but it's working
My method is uncertain
It's a mess but it's working
I have trouble now even remembering, so
Why did I kiss him so hard late last Friday night
I have trouble now even remembering, so
Why did I kiss him so hard late last Friday night
And when I find my way back
The fact is I just may stay
Or I may not
And when I find my way back
The fact is I just may stay
Or I may not
And now I'm hard, too hard to know
And now I'm hard, too hard to know