I'll be like my soul, I'll be liven the life, I'll be like the moon, I'll be underneath you I'll be under the sun, in the garden getting high in the late afternoon What you say, what do you mean? People relating to me, parasocially All my friends empty I've convinced myself Too boring I've been shelved Wake up to a moral obligation To act a certain way I did this to myself But its not going away I've tried, oh I've tried to not write anymore songs about you But if its not in my mind initially, it raised up subconsciously I've tried, oh I've tried to not write anymore songs about you But if its not in my mind initially, it raised up subconsciously 'Cause I know you'd love that I know you'll writhe in it Seeing me seethe over Pining over What we could've been right? 'Cause I know you'd love that I know you'll writhe in it Seeing me seethe over Pining over What we could've been right? What we could've been right? My eyes, they're growing flowers Thorns through my veins Everything I do is vain Grass through the smalls of my legs Moss on my teeth I am becoming one again Fo le mi my eyes can't see your face I think that you are pretty Fo le mi my eyes can't see your hands Mine are twisted up vines Fo le mi my eyes can't see your stare My heart can it goes bah dah dah dah dum