Home, Sweet, Detroit

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I've got a California geek, with Detroit in bedsheets
And he wants to meet me behind the joint
And make his point
But I told him I'm kinda into you
And I didn't want there to be any issues
But you're still hiding in my heart somewhere
And I'll fix your tire if you have a spare
To get you out on the road again
Cause I don't want us to get out of control again
Please let me know I'm not just your sin
And you love my fingers
When they hold your fingers
I don't want to linger
If it's not what you want
I hope you know what you want
Cause he's got ocean eyes and blue-green vibes
And crystal skies
But you can shatter it if you want to
Please let me know if you want to

But wait please, because

I want to go back to home, sweet, Detroit

I'd be so overjoyed

If you didn't speak to me again

It's definitely a change of plans

I don't want our romance

I don't miss Paris

It's too much poetics

And fake aesthetics

Of yellow and gold and silver

But it's mellow and cold, and no shimmer