Ruin It (feat. Rene Matić)

I mean, I wanna be naive, like deliciously so

Because home is body, body is home

Hold me by the back of my neck and take a breath

I feel like I'm falling and saving myself every time I take a step

If I hold my tongue then the silence isn't true

I wasted so much time just sitting around

Drinking when I could've been loving you

Hold me 'til I'm better, we might be here for a while

You'll never understand the cards I've got

I don't need you to, as long as we're on the same rock

Go slow, there's no pressure

The world's getting worse, somehow we're getting better

I wanna get better

Go slow, there's no pressure

The world's getting worse, somehow we're getting better

I wanna get better

And hey, I could switch gender up like a little

Like a little, like a little, like a lot

And I'm talking walking, boxers, thongs, eyes and arms

I can search and switch for mommy, daddy

And I'm over home as concept

I'm over body as concept

Over it all, under it all

What is that? Where is that? Where the ruins be?

Come and ruin me, build a castle out of it

Where your home at? I'll home there

Where's your body at?

Anyway, I've taken up smoking against, burned all of that

Fog the room, okay, okay, okay

Lungs are fucked from the damp anyway

Being here in this country? Yo, yo, yo, yo

I don't, I don't have an answer

What do you think, mister speaker?

What do you think about me being here?

A country happens to you, a country happens to you, a country

Happens to you, a home happens to you, a body happens to you

Swear down, up until now, I've been with that, but

You'll never understand the cards I've got

I don't need you to, as long as we're on the same rock

Go slow, there's no pressure

The world's getting worse, somehow we're getting better

I wanna get better

Go slow, there's no pressure

The world's getting worse, somehow we're getting better

It's time to take accountability, baby, yeah

I can't make a home in something as permanent as this body

Because I grew up with my bags packed by the motherfucking door

Do you know what I mean?

Like, our house will never be safe, okay?

And I'm obsessed with this idea of a country as something

That happens to you because it diagnoses the lack of fucking

Consent and control, the motherfucking assault, like, period

I can only control the way I live

Laugh, love, like here, here, so let me

Really, let me tell you something, okay?

I get mad sad when we talk about figuring this out

I'm done figuring this out (Go slow, there's no pressure)

I don't wanna live in a body of figuring it out

It would literally poison us in love

I don't wanna build love in the home

I wanna build home in the love

Inside the love, inside, inside, inside

The world's getting worse, somehow we're getting better

See, that's something else, yeah, that as marginalized

Lot have been fantasizing about for a minute

I wanna get better

Being inside

Go slow, there's no pressure

So when we do get the seat or the keys or the crumb

I at least wanna motherfucking come

The world's getting worse, somehow we're getting better

Anyway, right, why not want something, get it, and ruin it?

God, I'm done