Puppet Strings, Pt. 1

Take me to where them birds fly
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Take me to where them birds fly
I wanna see things through my third eye
I wanna be where your nerves settle
Where you're comfortable
Drop your disguise
I wanna be that last rose petal
She loves me, she loves me not
Pinocchio, she's my Gepetto
Like puppet strings
She pulls my heart

With strings attached, she weaves a loom
2010 Kid Cudi, lost in the mood
I guess we've all been the man on the moon
Alone in space when I'm here with you
The feelings that I'm feeling are spiritual
Do you believe in miracles
Do you see what I see
Take a walk with me through the mother's womb
This is the place we birth thought
Where the 4th dimension gets a first thought
Obsessed with the way you flirt smart
Gettin' strung out on the earth's flaws
You bring me up, I work hard
Make sure things don't fall apart
She lifts me up, just to let me down
Like puppet strings
She pulls my heart

Wide awake, feel her toss and turn
Trying to taste what it cost to earn
A place right here in this bed with her
Incense out, candles out, roaches out
But the passion burns
Ask it first if it'll last - her words
Tastes like eternity, that's absurd
Take off your mask, feel my lips on yours
She likes to smoke so I pass the herb
Tastes like cherries, very tart
This side of the moon is very dark
She sets the stage, lifts the curtain up
But the cast is kept inside a box
She lifts the latch so the play can start
Stands up the crowd, just to sit them down
Like puppet strings
She pulls my heart