Shall we beat this or celebrate it? You’re not the one to talk things through You checked your text while I masturbated Manelich, I feel so used Found myself on Spencer’s bu*te Traced your shadow with my shoe Empty outline changed my view Now all of me thinks less of you On the sheet I see your horizon All of me pressed onto you But in this light you look like Poseidon I’m just a ghost you walk right through Saw myself on Spencer’s bu*te Landscape changed my point of view Revelation may come true Now all of me thinks less of you (All of me wants all of you)