text: One, Two
  We shall get together when the day is done
  Rise to the moon, and set with the sun
  You dont have to rush my pace, I always come
  I think youre the one
  But wait, theres some trouble with my mother
  You know, I would rather be with you, lover
  But sometimes she goes wrong
  She needs a helping hand to stay strong
  Even though you fucked him, I dont really give a shit
  Maybe cause of my absence, you say it gives you the slip
  To slip, you slipped and slide
  Let this guy inside what I thought was mine
  That night she lied, girl it reminds me of why
  Shes not my kind
  Damn that slippery slime
  Came back to hold me sometime
  Another week I feel weak
  Pretty sure Im dying, as I speak
  No prophets I seek
  I told her all of this and she didnt feel sorry for me
  When we meet, am I me
  A blue moon midnight treat
  And in the aftermath I cant sleep
  You could complain, but I like to keep discrete
  You could complain, but I like to keep discrete
  You could complain, but I like to keep discrete
  You could complain, but I like to keep discrete