He applied his sick principle of aesthetics of non moving on you

You don't care

You don't take him for real

And you can't see why even going for good can be something bad at times

And you always sound as if youre crying when you come

Everything shortened to a label

An A on you and a D on me

Fuck me after dark or before

He don't really care for the fact that you don't move anymore

It's 6 months now and he hasn't moved anything

Calling you fly would be something too much

Somehow its not silver at all and you don't care anyway