Lyrics

I'm sending out a pamphlet for my love With the caption "This Could Be Us" The image on the front page fucks Devil and Angel do a foxtrot in a shadowbox Flattened face of an owl perched to prey Right on page three, trapped in 2D My skeleton, electric - Sharper than an egg and more eccentric I'm shooting out a beacon of my love My need is the ball, you're all the basket I gauge the distance - My beat is a lance, your heart is my chance I'm sending out a brochure for my love Hoping I'm enough, hoping I'm enough I'm sending out a pamphlet for my love Please y'all, someone open it up I'm signaling a beacon of my love I swear, I swear this could be us On call, I'm softer than a pinball Won't someone come over or at least call I'm blanketing a pamphlet for my love Someone pick it up, pick it up I'm sending out a pamphlet for my love Hoping I'm enough, am I enough?