Bend

In the above, from the nosebleeds

Thought I had her she had me

Thought I had her she had me

Primadonna, oh I wonder

I was at her mercy

And she tastes like entropy

Know my caution

Float above it

All the ways I have to bend

All the ways I have to bend

In an email, on your story

And I can't tell what you see

And I can't tell what you need

And I can't tell what you see

And I can't tell what you need

And I can't tell what you see

And I can't tell what you need