Sprinkles/Modern Love

woman you're out of your depth here
i've scratched my knees and bumped my head
so many times i could never shed a tear
i don't care you could be sleeping with fish
a ball and chain tight around your ankle
hitting the bottom of the ocean
letting out one last gargle
and i'd still be sitting there pretending i'm golden
be naive and naughty but don't you understand
there's nothing for you worth holding in my sieve of a hand

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Be your own eight-ball
and kill the summers mystery
the modern method is underway
patience lying in a heap
loyalty takes the final sleep
and pride hah theres no more to keep
ask and for a night you instantly get
no feelings for anyone to fret
while i lie out like a broken watch
not noticing time is changing
a sullen rose your stinking bed
and all my ideals hanging in my head