Life of the ****
Life of the **** I love your body I made a map that I study there’s just one thing that distracts me from loving ideas haunt me they take me out for shopping through imagination stretching endlessly tell me what you’re building behind those eyes come live with me in the life of the mind we go from the streets to penthouse high but there’s something more precious by design enough parties enough clothes can’t spend hours talking about sports give me a novel or a film obscure my mind’s got enough junk to last months