Please don't be technology
so I can turn up your love
Like some cold machine

Don’t feed me scraps from your bed
And I won't be the [bad word] back
Just to be fed

Don’t be waves [bad word] to seal my fate, marine
Just pretend
That you want me
And be my bait

Don’t be that note I can't hold
Don’t be that joke that I told
And told
Till it got old
Don’t be that hand around my throat
So I can't breathe
You say you're my friend
But why won't you be my family?

Well, if you breed
Just don't tell me

Be my bait.

Be my serene
Tell me you know what I mean
You’ve set on me but you are not the sun
And you will not listen