I’ll never wear handcuffs while death is still an option
I might offer opinions freely if my questions come out hollow
but I only ask good questions
until your answers get shallow
I Imagine Sisyphus happy whilst I flail from suffocating madness
I remember the choreography until something worse moves me past it
They call me ghostbuster ‘cause I bust in ghosts mouths
they call me skyscraper ‘cause I love to fuck the clouds
Don’t let my preferences and predilections get you down
earth pretty and round, boy
And I was born on the ground
I’m a bad dancer because I can’t be led and nobody can follow
who can you beg from honey or from whom can you borrow
to make some flowers grow no time for sorrow
shake it like cumulus for me I’ll take the handcuffs off you I promise
It’s ass cash or grass baby if I’m being honest
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