You Masculine You

The shape of the sun ah, pretty ways pretty ways and

Things to come



When this day is done you will collapse collapse into

(the funnel of) my arms



And as always they're not strong And as always you

Do believe and as always I'm very wrong about the cut

Above the bleed



April she finds the sugar time and so slow, syrupy yeah

She'd be inside you shed away a shadow as we go



And you know, it's not bad and I'm so into the blue And

It's so, like goofy said I just fly above the few



The last thing we do turn our heads around, closer to

The ground, you're falling



You and your masculine you forever benched sitting by

The dirty window



Coda



Though this seems to be a drag you skirt around the

Thing that's comfortable purple peppers dirty rags make

Your life albeit more portable to turn around to follow

Me don't follow me don't follow me don't follow me