SHOULDER//BLADES - Intellectual

[Hook]

Thought I was being natural

Turned out I was acting it

Counting minutes ‘til they figure me out

Fidget with my skin like an abacus

Every sound stares

Wishing I would look back at ‘em

But I’m enchanted by the walls

Every room turns into the Vatican

[Verse]

Shoulder blades scraping against the edge of the world, I watched you coming in

Your regular girl face grazed my chrome-plated grin, don’t rub it in

Snake slithering in colorless dust, straight kicking, hadn’t fluttered for months

You can’t stomach every one of your devilish curls, but to me they’re coveted

Covеring the glades in the napе of your neck

Were they made to pave the way or made to protect?

I wanna break the empty space, wade in the depths

Rain spraying my faded temples

But I wasn’t made to get wet, at least not yet

I wanna save my breath and sweat for fucking your basic perfection

For days on end, shit I swayed against the grain in question

A grotesque painting has no place in this setting

Your frame is sun-kissed, edition one, the latest invention, let me

Let me recalibrate your insides, tinker with your meticulous parts

Your fragrance is so benign it makes me salivate

Drip drip, wish it was harsh

I fucking hate the way your positions are balanced

Quick, shift

Let me sing this ballad in you, twist you in the most ridiculous arcs

‘Til you’re as sinister as my non-traditional arts

I’m only symmetrical in the dark

Fuck me hard, bitch

[Pre-hook]

Act natural, I was practicing

Act natural, I imagine it

Act natural, I can manage it

Act natural, I’m a mannequin

Act natural, act natural

Act natural, always practicing