Look lady, I'm homeless, I'm crazy
I'm so hopeless I'm suicidal daily
If you and I can't co-exist, let's fake it
Cause I ain't got the energy it takes for this relationship

honey im brainwashed
cuz you make me stoned
for awhile
in and out my mind
with your black hole
your deep soul

Skin tells you how to touch it if you listen
And yours has been yelling
telling stories of yes and no
Stop and go slow
Like a snail that knows
the next rainfall
is at least a week away

I listen to your skin say "right there"
As if there is where goosbumps become speedbumps
My fingers become tree trunks
slowly growing into forests
skin becomes kindiling
as we begin smoke signaling
lips to move in
your mouth is a bargin bin
and i was looking for a deal