On Fire
Tell me, baby, are you for hire?
Can you be more than someone I like to admire?
If I am the archer, would you say aim higher?
Can I be your 401K so we can retire,
Home alone,
We don’t need a phone -
If I needed you would you be my Post Malone?
I can’t,
I refuse
To leave you alone,
You are the one I want to clone,
Wishing we could have one moment alone,
Over here singing, “On My Own,”
Hoping you don’t say, “actually, can we post-pone?”
Setting me up like a two three zone,
Can we,
Will we go:
Into the unknown?
Will you show me a heart full of stone?
What is the reason you keep your heart sewn?
Is there some sin you feel the need to atone?
I want to smell you on me like your favorite cologne.
How is it you burn through my skin like acetone?
If I was the bank, would you take out a loan?
If I was your forest, would I be overgrown?
If I was your mind, would you let me be blown?
There’s no need to rush
But if you were a soda, baby, you’d be my orange crush,
Am I making things up, or are you starting to blush?
And if I was a dog would you tell me, “Mush?”
You Are My
My great pretender
My, tell me baby, now “do you remember?”
You are my Elvis,
My return to sender,
You are my, "Damn, should I unfriend her?"
My chic-fil-a,
My, chicken tender,
And if you were a ruler, baby could I have a measure -
Meant to be my buried treasure
Can you
Or won’t you
Make me say, “My pleasure.”
Call me a light switch
Play me live on Twitch
Am I digging my own ditch?
Or am I really a kitchen witch?
Meet me on the softball pitch
And I’ll tell you, “What’s the sitch,”
No need to make anyone your -
Look, I’m no longer going to be elusive,
And, baby, we don’t have to be exclusive,
But I’mma let you in on the truth-sive,
Can’t say no
Don’t wanna let go
If you are the garden, can I be your -
Holy guacamole!
Can you be my ravioli?
If I ate them, would you please be my favorite cannoli?
Roll you up like a rolly polly,
It may not be what you expected,
But baby, I’ll make you feel protected,
And whatever you need,
I can project it,
Got you feeling inside out,
It’s okay if you need to shout,
I want to release you with or without,
So tell me, my love, what is this all about?
Can we,
Or should we,
Let’s just find out -
Let me be your river in all of this drought,
If you’re a Chevrolet, can I be your route?
I Don't Think You Understand
If I was your 22, would you be my 23?
You are my sunshine,
You are my rain,
You are my Christmas and candy cane,
You are crisp cookies,
You are my ideal,
You make me happier than a happy meal,
When you smile I don’t know what is real,
When you laugh I know and I feel what I feel,
You are my monster,
You are my mend,
You are my best friend ‘till the very end,
So, please tell me if you feel yourself starting to bend,
For this goddess, this Leo, this ten-out-of-ten,
Or see me,
and hold me,
And play pretend,
And I’ll write you a letter and never hit send.
Gatekeeping Emotions
But, instead, they spring forward like a mustang racing through a river of lotion,
Like ice cream through a broken dam,
Like a blind tourist lost in Japan,
Like a thirsty caterpillar or a legless ram,
Like a broken Venn Diagram,
Like, "Is this gonna hurt my diaphragm?"
Like, am I still a shepherd if I have no more lamb?
Like if I'm America, who's my Uncle Sam?
Look, I know, I am what I am -
So I'll express all I need to express,
Shout out in crisis and wave my flags of distress,
There is no one I need to impress,
I mean,
Why catch an Emperor when you can be your own Empress?
And I have my own reasons for wearing this dress,
So don't hate me because there are good kinds of stress,
And if I asked you don't say, "Yeah, I guess,"
Because, honey, you just got yourself blessed,
So clean up your mess,
Get on your knees and confess,
And make me your special request.
Paper or Plastic
You’re the whole candle, not just the wick,
If you’re not too busy, can I get a pic?
Take me out dancing,
Slow, slow, quick,
If you’re not a chicken, can I be your chick?
Don’t be a coward,
Let’s catch a flick,
If I was at the ball, would you give me a kick?
I don’t need to be a bur, to know to you I would stick,
If I’m a mouse, would you give me a click?
Drink me like a shake through a straw, like, “Damn, she thick!”
If I was your job, would you call in sick?
No,
You don’t get it,
I don’t want to be your friend,
I want to be the one that you want to air bend,
So,
here,
lemme show you a trick,
Don’t be a prick,
Hand me that wand and I’ll make some magic,
I’m no Schick,
but I’ll clean you up quick,
Got you feeling more famous than Morty and Rick,
More powerful than a man with a big -
Dictate to me,
And I’ll set you free
Tell me what you need
And I’ll make you plead
No need for logic
No politic
Just give me a call and let the clock tick
Do You Always Take Sugar With Your Salvation?
If I was a rock, would you be my fault?
Lock me into a golden vault,
And let me out for special occasions,
Mix me into your Crystal Blue Persuasion,
Can I be your final destination?
Your cornucopia of creation?
I want to breathe you in deeper than my deepest inhalation,
If I let you stay inside, would that make me your staycation?
I can't
I won't
Be an exaggeration
Let out your loudest exclamation
Cleanse me with your own irrigation
Swim with me, let's build a formation,
Take over the nation,
Can I reason with elation?
Do you always take sugar with your salvation?
Could I be your mandatory recreation?
Your personal occupation?
Your 15 minutes of meditation?
Write me like a dissertation -
Tell me you need me like a medication -
Relax all of your expectation -
Feel every sensation -
Let me be your inspiration,
your reason for celebration,
your rehabilitation,
your reason for appreciation,
your nighttime transportation,
no need for identification,
all I need is your cooperation,
a note on your theme for variation,
we are our own foundation,
no need for explanation,
don't change the station,
I can be your higher education,
So bring me my music and I'll write your combination.
Can I Be The Butter in Your Cake?
You got me spinning in circles like I'm skating on a lake,
Shaking me up like a flimsy bridge in an earthquake,
Can you really make something bend so far back that it breaks?
Are you tastier than a chocolate shake?
Can I be the butter in your cake?
If I was your clay, tell me, what would you make?
If I cut you open, can I wear you like a mink?