It all could happen
Less is more
But more is better
What makes you wetter
The gaps in your lies or
The traps in your eyes
Ohh baby I'm in love
Desert dwellers get
What they want
But you, you
You take what you get
You get what you take
Your ego cloud
Rains fake blurring my eyes
The rain never touches the floor
Instead just soaks you to the bone
Love in cone shape
The point is my mouth
But when it comes back to me,
I get the pointed finger,
I get the mouth gape,
I speak what I feel,
Sometimes,
And sometimes I feel what I speak,
And sometimes,
I understand.
