Swamp

I've known you for one year now
And I wanna know what you look like
Beneath all your verbal haircuts
Beneath all your college highlife
I rubbed her back in the morning
They call me the chiropractor
She put her tongue in my ear
They call her the anaesthesian
They call her the method actor
Every part of me is a [??]
Every single fucking sculpture I see is European
I try to make war for hours
No one man should have all that power

I rode to America
And I slept in their buildings
I dug their oyster restaurants
And how they made my phone sing
Sat in your garden
While I boiled in my tweed suit
I overseason my food
I text girls when I'm drinking
They call me Mr. Slow Down
You don't drown when you're sinking
I wanna be Ezra Koenig
I wanna teach her to smile
I wanna watch the sun come up
When my next stroke goes viral
I dreamt that I cooked you dinner
And God, the food was good
And you said "Jerskin Fendrix
I really never knew"

I'm your raison d'être
I'm your raison d'être
I'm your raison d'être
I'm your raison d'être
I'm your raison d'être
I'm your raison d'être
I'm your raison d'être
I'm your raison d'être
I'm your raison d'être
I'm your raison d'être
I'm your raison d'être
I'm your raison d'être