Handheld - Intellectual

I just want my hand held, I ain't talking GameBoys

And I ain't been in magazines, but me and you can play, boy

I'm looking for the same joy, the same touch and smolder

That I get when I lay my head down on your shoulder

That's real... I always wanna know how you feel

You bring me out my great depressions, I think you're the new deal

I'm staring at you in the mirror like fucking blue steel

Wide-eyed, smiling, i'm just tryna help your mood heal

So if there's anything that I can do

To help the weaker side of you

Just lemme know and I can move

My schedule up and down

I'm sorry if I haven't been

The best at how i'm managing

The problems that i'm handling

My head was in the ground

And truly, it's a miracle

That you are even near me, whether

Fruitless or endearing

I'll be happy you're around

And if you're feeling terrible

Your sicknesses unparalleled

Your headache is unbearable

Just step into the sound

I don't mind at all

My Ibuprofen and my Tylenol

Are yours at the sound of your sirens' call

'cause i ain't letting you hurt tonight at all

Tonight at all