What would your mother think
Of you on the brink
Tell me what your lover said
Only a matter of
Frequency
Not love
In another paraphrase
You said it was only one-eighth wit
But how could you be lithium
Do you really mean what you have to say
I won't put it in your dumb face anyway
What good is it to me now
Gonna do my things
Wanna get back to me
Passing through the subterrain
Did you even think
Or did it mostly sink
The damage that you do to me
You said it was mostly for a bit
But how could you love everyone
Why have shame for what you had to say
Yes
It did put it in square space anyway
What's good if it don't cash out