[Intro]
One, Two

[Verse]
We shall get together when the day is done
Rise to the moon, and set with the sun
You don't have to rush my pace, I always come
I think you're the one
But wait, there's some trouble with my mother
You know, I'd rather be with you, lover
But sometimes she goes wrong
She needs a helping hand to stay strong
Well, even though you fucked him, I don't really give a shit
Maybe 'cause of my absence you say it gives you the slip
To slip, you slipped and slide
Let this guy inside
What I thought was mine
That night she lied
Girl it reminds me of why
She's not my kind
Damn that slippery slime
Came back to hold me sometime
Another week I feel weak
Pretty sure I'm dying, as I speak
No prophets I seek
I told her all of this and she didn't feel sorry for me
When we meet, am I me?
A blue moon midnight treat
And in the aftermath I can't sleep
Well you could complain, but I like to keep discrete
[Outro]
You could complain, but I like to keep discrete
(It was all stuck together)
You could complain, but I like to keep discrete
(It was all stuck together)
You could complain, but I like to keep discrete
(It was all stuck together)