Lyrics

Don't you forget about me, like I do you? I try to picture your face, out in the street I have to admit It's hard to believe that you exist Outside Me But maybe there's hope, in low hanging fruit The ease of sleaze Combined with telling the truth Which is occasionally something like: "I just want to fuck anyone who wants me We don't need the internet to seek the birds and bees I want to eat the fruit, before I feed the trees Maybe if I tried living loose and free Being open with myself and my wants and needs I could learn to perceive and appreciate The deep, dark Chasms, constantly surrounding me Farewell monogomy." It doesn't work