inohowutheenk (demo) Songtext
von Mac Lethal

Cellphone Off.
Friendships Off.
Staring at the ceiling fan, so ensconced,
As a blue television screen illuminates my loft, at my new home... I never felt so lost.
I′m Listenin' to the ocean on CD, She used to take a shower, with a glass of Riesling,
Now all the little things, and even smaller little things about her, are coming back, just to sting.
I started this album in a delusional state, days before I packed my things up and moved from her place,
Told her she can plead with me until she′s blue in the face, But I'm never coming back... We're though.
At first I felt discerned, self officious and absurd,
Near abusive tryna taunt her with my graces and my words,
That my heart, hit the ground, Like a glass pipe, and I′m tryna scrape out, one last bowl, of residue...
...Cause I know how you think, You still got my toothbrush, sitting by your sink,
Every five minutes flip the shades open, maybe even peek,
Hoping that I, have come home to sleep...
Cause I know how you think, I know how you think... I know how you think...
Check, Hey, See I know what you′re thinking,
You're hoping I′m coming home to soak in potions with you,
Like in our living room, the ocean is blue, and this ain't carpet, no, it′s warm sand,
This is paradise, where we never scream and never make a door slam,
And I've been raptured, I′ve been rinsed,


No longer a Cockle, You're a captor, I'm a prince,
With a glimpse every caviar′s mine, I sip a fine, aged apricot wine, and tippy toe over your maginal line,
And I imagine, I imagine, I imagine
All I need′s a glass of water and an aspirin,
And I could rub the knots up out your shoulders, till your body unfastens,
And strip you naked till your nucleus is glowing with passion,
And I imagine, That everything is wonderful,
I will just succumb to you,
No pressure, this is comfortable,
Of course I wanna marry you I'll never even blink,
It′s everything its everything you think...
Cause I know how you think, You still got my toothbrush, sitting by your sink,
Every 20 minutes look out the window shades, maybe even peek,
Hoping that I,
Have come home to sleep.
Cause I know how you think,
I know how you think,
You still got the last time I shaved stubble, sitting in my sink,
You're HOPING That I′m gonna come home, and just, lay under the sheets,
Hold you and sleep,
Hold you for WEEKS,
Cause I know how you think,
You still got my toothbrush, sitting by your sink,
Every 5 minutes, open up the door, look outside, take a peek, is he there?
Am I there?
Will I sleep?
Will I what? Will we speak?
Or will I lay down, massage your feet,
Or will I lay down, and all the heat will
...Put me to the ground.a bottle of your thoughts... I love you...