(S-Sa-Sam Carter)

I told her I'm an artist
I said I like her harness
She wanna share her star dust
I think that girl’s a Marxist
'Cause that's just where her heart is
I keep looking where her heart is
Dancing with her’s so cathartic
So we're back at my apartment

I told her I'm a garden
She said I was a flower
I said I was a sweetheart
She said I tasted sour
I told her I'm an artist
I said I like her harness
She wanna share her star dust
I think that girl's a Marxist

Damn what a hot bitch
What a fucking smoky goth
Girl fuckin' take it off
If you want

She said she wants to hippie flip
I don't know about that trippy shit
She doesn't wanna babysit
I’m like fuck no I wanna see it bitch
Thank god you came along, ’cause oh man, I felt like I was gonna go crazy if I couldn't just chill with someone right now like honestly I just want someone to like put their hand on my hand like the most basic form of like, connectedness, to another human being would be fucking fantastic right now like I honestly feel like I’m part of a branch that's being like torn off of humanity, like right now. On a global scale. But that's like, obviously narcissism, like, that's just how I feel. Uhh, like.. It’s been a really shitty couple months honestly. It's been... shitty in general, you know? But you don't wanna hear about my problems, pshh- Hahaha. It's okay. What's up?