[Verse 1]

Black tourmaline and amethyst

Hot damn it, I'm bad at this

Ever find yourself asking where David Mamet is?

Probably not, well

I'm convinced that he's my life's narrator

I saw your bare chest and I savored that moment like a Now&Later

That's a tasty little candy treat

I look down, what dandy feet

I even wrote it in my manuscript

You didn't mind that I'd dine on a Pythagorean diet

All your friends remind me of Parisian spies

I even sketched your outline in my journal

I might have wrote X loves Z above the urinal

Because I'm twelve years old

And I have a linear understanding of causality

You've only ever been a pal to me

I had that glinty eye like Emperor Palpatine

I'm not going to pretend that I know what pallid means

No filler lines

The number 9 and the number 7

Then I devoured you like a hungry little muskrat

[Verse 2]

Built a shrine by my bed of ascension stones

Then I broke my bones to make these drum loops, oops

I'm a dumb dude and I shouldn't have said that

I was the Egyptian in the meme wearing a bread hat

I've got these ACME earthquake pills

Now tell me about your world views

In the dark I felt you sneeze and your form took shape like Meadowlark

I think you're really pretty and I hardly ever mean that

My form is more conducive to a beanbag

Sometimes it feels like we're Abraham and Sarah

I don't have a theory of sets

Everyone else is king of Abimelech

Perhaps I'm more like Richard Dedekind

I don't mean to let all these abstractions in

I don't mean to carry on about your form

I don't mean to surf internet forums for porn

Georg Cantor, I enjoy your banter

I think we could develop a theory of the infinite

Or transfinite

I thought I'd dedicated my life to mining pyrite

Now we store supper in Pyrex containers in the fridge

When I'm around you I let my hair down