My hairʼs in your makeup Your thighʼs on my cummerbund, kid The merits we weighed up Are tippinʼ the scales As soon we wake up As soon as your arms unfurl, girl I thought we would break up But now youʼre my world Who knows Where thisʼll go A fork in the road? 曖昧なcode I think Iʼm a beta I think that youʼre oh my god, kid Word to the creator Maintains Iʼm gay to this day My moon, Iʼm your crater You maybe managed to move my mantle Youʼre sliding my faders So I stopped fading away Who knows Where thisʼll go Might you propose? Or loser trombones? “Hold me close”? Or holding your nose? Itʼs such a verbose Inroads