Platonic Handjob Meth Wax

Call it mutual masturbation
Golden apple honey
Surfing on the waves
Of the curves of her body
Well the bottle that you shake
Sprays like ocean on the sea shore
And when that bottle sprays
You will make me have a seizure
I'm looking at your face
In the dead of night
I can take you on a date
But I’m not your type
Are we changing like the seasons
You're judging my demeanor
You tell me I should pray
But I'm not a believer
I sit around all day
Drawing murals on my wall
Thinking about all of the ways
That you make my skin crawl
If you ever went away
I would probably retire
You’re the only person in the world that I admire