Sophie Calle Private Game/Every Person Is A Pussy, Every Pussy Is A Star! - Of Montreal

Waking up to your compliment makes suicide sex-positive

It’s good for us depressives to keep someone else alive

There’s hatred at the window

Try not to be distracted

We’re two subjective cameras, blinking truths at each other

It’s not an act of aggression, it’s getting to know you

And my tea leaves predicted an April 2nd lover

Now I marvel at the find of you

And it’s very very kind of you

To shake my kitchen into breaking the vow

Cause I believe in you somehow

Take this too far so we can see if it is far enough

I should move slower but the last year has been kind of rough

Our pasts are checkered, I don’t care about that kind of stuff

I have to trust the optics of you

(Never make you feel a contact low)

I was looking at you thinking «fuck, I’ve fallen in love»

I want to study you like a Sophie Calle private game

You’re eyes are citrine cause you’re goals

They’d be fierce if you were cruel

They’d be cruel if you were nice

But not that into us

I’m feeling less ugly now, like you beautify me

Like being in your vision brings people benedictions

Now I’m awful very fond of you

And I hope you’re not the kind of you

That makes me suspicious

I am feeling superstitious

My wanting you is so vicious

Let’s take this too far so we can see if it is far enough

I should move slower but the last year has been kind of rough

Our pasts are checkered, I don’t care about that kind of stuff

I have to trust the optics of you

Take this too far so we can see if it is far enough

I should move slower but the last year has been kind of rough

Our pasts are checkered, I don’t care about that kind of stuff

I have to trust the optics of you

(It's the time to hurt like habit)

Got to protect you from the ways that evil says «I love you»

Every time you take a breath, the simulation’s breathing too

Got to protect you from the ways that evil says «I love you»

Every time you take a breath, the simulation’s breathing too

You read Sappho beating her deep sea drum

You whispered «don't be vulgar"while I was making you cum

It’s high contact (it's high contact)…

We stayed up past the dawn watching early Almodóvar

Every person is a pussy, every pussy is a star

It’s high contact (it's high contact)…

Trying to protect you from the ways that evil says «I love you»…