The Lyrical Jumble

Tangled in the sheets calling me senorita,

When you are young they assume you know nothing,

Is it really your anxiety that stops you from givin' me your everythin'?

Smooth like butter, pull you in like no other,

Oh, why don't you recognize I'm so rare? 

Would you look at the space just next to your feet? 

Cause I am here for a reason. 

Spilling out my guts to the ghost in our apartment...

Sun of the ocean breeze,

We'll never fade like graffiti on the overpass,

You can keep my love for yourself,

I'm so done with sipping sadness, feeling dead in living rooms... 

Causing Young ambition,

Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time 

Looking at the stars And wishing you were them, 

Now Pick Your Filter and Stay Gold...