Soft Porn

Pick up the fuckin’ phone
I need a warmth of your tone
Got my first 20 (straights) just to smoke it up alone

This is isolation
This is demon bliss
Could I reach for her kiss?
Could I reach for her kiss?

If I’m swum, baby, it’s not your fault
I always sunk, I always sunk
You ain’t used to a boy who bleeds to the moon
It ain’t your fault (it ain’t your fault)
I’d sink in salt (baby)
Scarlet fingers I could move through you
But to drown you to disgrace fumes

This is isolation
This is demonic bliss
Could I reach for her kiss?
Could I reach for her kiss?

Rhetoric verses I could spill
Only to find myself to limbo wish (only to drown myself to limbo wish)
This is whisky
This is ocean bed
Baby, let it take me instead
Let it take me instead