Purebred
I'm not the one wanting the vial
Delivered to the door
Labeled and neat, no heat
One hundred percent
Pure
All tics checked
Simple direct
No mystery left
Smoke without scent
I'm not the one taking comfort
In the page turn
Delusion of the vast cast
Backup confirmed
New twist hiss
Cannot miss
Built tolerance
Order up this
'Cause I don't have the breath left to low, to low
And I don't have the patience to show, to show you
What love, what love, what love
What love is
What love is
I'm the one running
From the syringe and the squeeze shoot
No pasture, no balm
Just this teased
Truth
Stuck in the shit
Shoveling
Huffing out mist
Pushing against
'Cause I don't have the breath left to low, to low
And I don't have the patience to show, to show you
What love, what love, what love
What love is
What love is
Unart—Unartificial
Unart—Unartificial
'Cause I don't have the breath left to low (low it)
And I don't have the patience to show (show you)
'Cause I don't have the breath left to low (low it)
And I don't have the patience to show (show you)
I'm standing, I'm standing right—
I'm standing, I'm standing right—
I'm standing, I'm standing right here
What love, what love, what love
What love is
What love is
Delivered to the door
Labeled and neat, no heat
One hundred percent
Pure
All tics checked
Simple direct
No mystery left
Smoke without scent
I'm not the one taking comfort
In the page turn
Delusion of the vast cast
Backup confirmed
New twist hiss
Cannot miss
Built tolerance
Order up this
'Cause I don't have the breath left to low, to low
And I don't have the patience to show, to show you
What love, what love, what love
What love is
What love is
I'm the one running
From the syringe and the squeeze shoot
No pasture, no balm
Just this teased
Truth
Stuck in the shit
Shoveling
Huffing out mist
Pushing against
'Cause I don't have the breath left to low, to low
And I don't have the patience to show, to show you
What love, what love, what love
What love is
What love is
Unart—Unartificial
Unart—Unartificial
'Cause I don't have the breath left to low (low it)
And I don't have the patience to show (show you)
'Cause I don't have the breath left to low (low it)
And I don't have the patience to show (show you)
I'm standing, I'm standing right—
I'm standing, I'm standing right—
I'm standing, I'm standing right here
What love, what love, what love
What love is
What love is
Credits
Writer(s): Sarah Michelle Magill
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