| Yellow tinted lenses and a pink gelato |
| Fallin' out the window, hit me back tomorrow |
| We’ll always be the one tough act to follow |
| 'Cause we aiming for the stars with a point and hollow |
| I’m feeling these songs mocking jokes and carols |
| I started this job selling rocks and arrows |
| 'Cause you only swipe right if you fuck for follows |
| Welcome to the days of the broke and shallow |
| But if we just spoke, like we meant it |
| Would you reference |
| This open part of me |
| The minute I know the time we spent in |
| Came corrected, in my anatomy |
| Matter over mind if we being honest |
| But you wander through your thoughts like a broken promise |
| In it for the monetary growth of power |
| But we divided at the bottom of this whisky sour |
| So leave it on the table if ya hot and bothered |
| And tell me if you mean it baby, who’s the father |
| The stories of a land you divide and conquer |
| You really showing me the meaning of losing offer |
| But if we just spoke, like we meant it |
| Would you reference |
| This open part of me |
| The minute I know the time we spent in |
| Came corrected, in my anatomy |