Four Crushes

Philosophy's just wordplay It wasn’t real Just kayfabe Her password said fresh air Out the window She’s cute though Shook the hands of the dead Kind words to 'em She pulled me out of the water With velvet gloves, they're handmade The sweetest feel, the summer shade I ran my hands through Your secret language Pulled undertow She’s cute though I now realize how dark the night gets Crave me like a cigarette Anything that feels good Caffeine in the evening Anything the feels good will kill you With a single brush stroke Girl I got my chain from colliding stars