There Is Imperfect Black In You

You can lie in my lap
You can always feel free to call me back
I'll be here drawing out lines
To simulate my crooked Christian fish sign

The delicate trap
Of asking me to share some metal tracks
I'm only too glad to help
Baby, Darling
These are names we won't be calling ourselves

Trying to make you laugh
Trying to find you on the internet
But your last name's a ghost
And your waist is skinnier than mosts

I am under attack
By things to boring to complain about
Let's pretend I'm in love
Mother, Father
We'll write words to songs you won't approve of

You can lie in my lap
You can always feel free to call me back
I'll be here drawing out lines
To simulate my crooked Christian fish sign

The delicate trap
Of asking me to share some metal tunes
I'm only too glad to help
Baby, Darling
These are names we won't be calling ourselves

Trying to make you laugh
Trying to find you on the internet
But your last name's a ghost
And your waist is skinnier than mosts

I am under attack
By things to boring to complain about
Let's pretend I'm in love
Mother, Father
We'll write words to songs you won't approve of

Culminate, culminate
Let it overlap and become something
I've seen your colours come true
There is imperfect black in you