Soft Porn

Pick up the fuckin' phone I need a warmth of your tone Got my first 20 just to smoke it up alone This is isolation This is demon bliss Could I reach for her kiss Could I reach for her kiss 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 (it ain't your fault), I'd sink in salt (it ain't) Scarlet fingers, I could move through you But to drown you to disgrace fume This is isolation This is demonic bliss Could I reach for her kiss Could I reach for her kiss Rhetoric verses I could spill Only to find myself to limbo wish This is whisky This is ocean bed Baby, let it take me instead Let it take me instead