Soft Porn

(álbum: on his own. (Live at Eddie's Attic, Atlanta) - 2019)

Pick up the fucking phone
I need a warmth of your tone
Got my first 20 straights just to smoke it up alone

This is isolation
This is demon bliss
Could I reach for her kiss?
Could I reach for her kiss?

And if I'm swum, baby, it's not your fault
I always sunk, I always sunk
You ain't used to a boy who bleeds to the moon
It ain't your fault
I'd sink in salt
Scarlet fingers I could move through you
But to drown you to disgrace fumes

This is isolation
This is demonic bliss
Could I reach for her kiss?
Could I reach for her kiss?

Rhetoric verses I could spill
Only to find myself to limbo wish, yeah
This is whisky
This is ocean bed
Baby, let it take me instead
Let it take me instead

Thank you