Ziggy

I see your style
But my mind's made up
I might as well
Console myself
With the only thing that I know
That I can touch
But not mess up
Rejoice in

It didn't call
I bet you know
That it was never said

I see your style
When will I feel pain?
In cursing ways
I masturbate
It's so much worse
That it didn't touch
Me that much
Now it's fucked

I don't like it either way
But I'll sit down tight anyway
I don't like it either way
But I'll sit down tight anyway

Every world
Did not talk
Close in hand
But hands closed off