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Examine these scribbles and half of it's drivel I sorta went apeshit You somehow still make it so mellow and to that I say hello Examine these facial expressions My late night obsession is creeping its way into everything I think of You fit me like a ski glove I need a goddess on the prairie to drag me away I need a goddess on the prairie to keep me somewhat sane You're secretly ridiculous Unconsciously meticulous Magnetically you pull from me the words a proper man wouldn't touch on You hear it like a love song If there was a god for a witness she'd know mental fitness was not top priority for me but that don't phase you so far You treat me like a new car If tidal waves hit you gonna swim to bottom and get you Tsunamis hit you gonna swim to bottom and get you If tidal waves hit you I'll swim to the bottom If tsunamis hit you I'll swim to the bottom and air won't matter cuz life won't matter if we both ain't at the top From Letras Mania