Done With Bits - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Bits

I'm done with skits

And every little part I played

Running late or running away

Walking, sometimes, we lay

Overthrown on little couch

Little days, they mean so much right now

And we're back to ourselves

What's the point of being alone?

You're the rock that holds the window open on a warm day

Find

Soft yellow light

Sorry, it's not all the time

I like to go swimming in your ultramarine eyes

I think I can keep this up

'Cause I have the body and the constitution for your love

Daisy chain my wrist to yours

I don't care if you open a book

I don't care if you close the tab

I don't care if you have the money for a girl like that

Ooh, I don't care if you show up late

I don't care that you drive too fast

I bet we couldn't, bet we couldn't

Bet we couldn't do it again

What's the point in being alone?

What's the point?