[Verse 1]
Pick up the fuckin' phone
I miss the warmth of your tone
Got my first 20 straights just to smoke it up alone

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

[Verse 2]
And 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
I’d sink in salt
Scarlet fingers I could move through you
But to drown you to disgrace fumes

[Chorus]
This is isolation
This is demonic bliss
Could I reach for her kiss?
Could I reach for her kiss?
[Outro]
Rhetoric verses I could spill
Only to drown myself to limbo wish, yeah
This is whisky
This is ocean bed
Baby, let it take me instead
Let it take me instead

[Puma Blue, spoken]
Thank you