[Intro: Quadeca]

My favorite poem was the one I read to you

From the teleprompter on the tongue of my shoe

My flashbacks are a touch more resolute

Declaring thumb wars in the pocket of my suit

[Chorus: Quadeca]

Take it, take it all down, take me all apart

You can have my tongue, just promise you'll take it à la carte, yeah

Take it all, just don't take it all to heart

Thank God we turned the lights off, thank God, uh

Take it, uh, take me all apart

You can have my tongue, just promise you'll take it à la cartе

Take it all, just don't take it all to heart

Thank God wе turned the lights off, thank God

[Post-Chorus: Quadeca]

Uh, uh, and what I never knew (Yeah, yeah)

I'd rather be inside my head than you (Yeah, yeah)

How many times? Well I couldn't count (Uh, uh, uh)

'Cause it gets so deep and it goes so deep, I'm never pulling out

[Verse 1: Quadeca]

NYC, on a red eye free

'Cause they wanna take this and that

LLC, for the next LP

And I'm never gonna give it back

Sleep-deprived on my return flight

Fixated 'bout my hold on you

I don't usually care for the doom in the air

But it's feeling kinda overdue, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Quadeca]

My favorite poem's what I couldn't say to you

A joke that wasn't funny 'cause it's true

Flashbacks are a touch more resolute

So forgive me for the hesitant 'solute

[Chorus: Quadeca]

Huh, take it, take it all down, take me all apart

You can have my tongue if you take it à la carte

Take it all, just don't take it all to heart

Thank God we turned the lights off, thank God

[Post-Chorus: Quadeca]

Uh, and what I never knew

I'd rather be inside my head than you

How many times? I couldn't count

'Cause it gets so deep, I go so deep, I'm never pulling out

[Verse 2: brakence]

Took you south, guess I got my jaw agape

Now I'm a cotton mouth, why do I feel so unsafe?

What am I worried 'bout? Got sedated sipping 80 proof

Skip the winter season like it's pay-per-view

It ain't you

I'm just caught up in my own shit, licking wounds

I know it isn't state of the art

But the plate's à la carte, would you like course two?

(I don't really think I'm perfect) And what I never knew

(I don't really think I'm—, I don't really think I'm perfect)

Could— could I be inside my head with you?

Freaked out tryna fuck you right

I know you never grade looks, still feel like a five

But you said if we make love and I start to cry that

I can let it all out, shouldn't rationalize but goddamn

Do I deserve that you can't hear me now?

It just gets so deep, and it goes so deep now that I'm peering down

[Outro: Quadeca]

My favorite poem was the one I read to you

On the tongue of my shoe

Flashbacks are a touch more resolute

So forgive me, so please forgive me, ah

Take me all apart

You can have my tongue if you take it à la carte

Take it all, just don't take it all to heart