Pick up the fuckin' 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