LYRICS: Shall we beat this or celebrate it? You’re not the one to talk things through You checked your text while I masturbated Manelich, I feel so used
Found myself on Spencer’s Butte Traced your shadow with my shoe Empty outline changed my view Now all of me thinks less of you
On the sheet I see your horizon All of me pressed onto you But in this light you look like Poseidon I’m just a ghost you walk right through
Saw myself on Spencer’s Butte Landscape changed my point of view Revelation may come true Now all of me thinks less of you