Sophie Calle Private Game/Every Person Is a Pussy, Every Pussy Is a Star! of Montreal
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[Part I: Sophie Calle Private Game]
Waking up to your compliment makes suicide sex-positive
It's good for us depressives to keep someone else alive
There's hatred at the window
Try not to be distracted
We're two subjective cameras, blinking truths at each other
It's not an act of aggression, it's getting to know you
And my tea leaves predicted an April 2nd lover
Now I marvel at the find of you
And it's very very kind of you
To shake my kitchen into breaking the vow
Because I believe in you somehow
[Chorus]
Take this too far so we can see if it is far enough
I should move slower but the last year has been kind of rough
Our pasts are checkered, I don’t care about that kind of stuff
I have to trust the optics of you
(I'll never make you feel a contact low)
I was looking at you thinking "fuck, I've fallen in love"
I want to study you like a Sophie Calle private game
Your eyes are citrine cause you're goals
They'd be fierce if you were cruel
They'd be cruel if you were nice
But not that into us
Waking up to your compliment makes suicide sex-positive
It's good for us depressives to keep someone else alive
There's hatred at the window
Try not to be distracted
We're two subjective cameras, blinking truths at each other
It's not an act of aggression, it's getting to know you
And my tea leaves predicted an April 2nd lover
Now I marvel at the find of you
And it's very very kind of you
To shake my kitchen into breaking the vow
Because I believe in you somehow
[Chorus]
Take this too far so we can see if it is far enough
I should move slower but the last year has been kind of rough
Our pasts are checkered, I don’t care about that kind of stuff
I have to trust the optics of you
(I'll never make you feel a contact low)
I was looking at you thinking "fuck, I've fallen in love"
I want to study you like a Sophie Calle private game
Your eyes are citrine cause you're goals
They'd be fierce if you were cruel
They'd be cruel if you were nice
But not that into us
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