[Hook]

Stunt on a fuckboy, yuh

Hide from the light like Dracula, ay

[Verse 1]

It definitely saves more time, being a fuckboy

You don't have to explain your feelings

You don't have to bother with honesty

When situations get hard you just cut things off by ghosting, move on to the next one

Yeah, sure, technology makes it easier, makes people feel more replaceable, but the wound is ancient

That hunger for oxytocin, coupled with the fear of intimacy

[Verse 2]

Love is not the wild flame that would burn down our temples of logic and reason

It is the guiding light for thought's pilgrimage

It is the flickering candle in the shrine

It is the warm stove we gather around to transform that which is cold and dead into that which sustains life

Intimate love is a refuge from a world of facades

Constant compliance and deceit alienate us from our true feelings

Deception is a means of survival, but truth would let us live

Sharing with someone demonstrates your faith in their ability to cope with reality

I have denied the reality of my feelings, even from myself

I have put pressure on myself to be perfect before I deserve love

Perfection means becoming fixed, but life is change, therefore perfection is a kind of death

The desire to seek life and love is itself a manifestation of divine spirit

In seeking to be honest, to be intimate, to be loving, I channel the very flame that would set me free