Well I felt this way before but just never like this

Grown used to nursing crumbs from the bottomless pits

Say that you want nothing lie I want even less

But I can't tamp down the feeling I'm no pest I'm a pet

You exude to me that limerence is God making mistakes

While I pout here in the dirt putting legs on a snake

But just shy of psychosis synchronicity stacks

'Round the politics of space I vote we float off the map