[Verse]

Rooftop pool

Versace ring ripples

Swim from the other side

We will meet up from the middle

Bright darkness, gold shadows

Sweet longing stamped into bitter pills

Life, loss, love, call it that

Call me, "Asshole," but as least call me that

Kiss me like you believe in me like science or God

Like, I believe in you

Call me

Tattoo neon nights on our limbs in glow-in-the-dark ink

Pour scorn on troubled waters

Dance like dirty dollars

False prophets fall at the feet of a broken goddess

So take my kindness for weakness

Be cruel to be kind

'Cause your vision is perfect

But my love is just blind

Post-modern depression