purepurepure

[Verse 1]
Figures, sweltering love gestures
Why are you held here, suspended
An echo of yourself

[Bridge]
Is it duty?
Is it some sort of guilt?

Or another way to get off?

[Verse 2]
You see through your own trick
There's nothing but distraction keeping you in
It's pure
Pure pure pure

This is taking too long
Stop fucking with yourself
Just do what you want
Be pure
Pure pure pure