Naomi told me that casual is okay So I support you if you wanna have a good lay That doesn't mean I like envisioning it atop your bed in Pittsburgh Despite my modern art I cannot wrinkle bed sheets Even though Kira likens me to S. Dali That soft desert will be abandoned by this nomad, oases sour Avoiding every urge to think of you and feel it I'll block your channels and still quiver at the thought of it I'll try replacing you with every single girl that the internet's got Likely smarter, better versed in Hemingway's shit Bobby D's old strain will hover over all of it I know I said I don't enjoy envisioning this but like a car crashI just can't stop