Infatuation

You played the field like a tractor Scoped for greener pastures But you never have scored What you've never asked for Met someone who made me glow Passion was like crazy whoah Doted on another though So of course I let her go Oh no my adrenal recipe's Overloaded by phenylalanine If it keeps on misdirecting me Fuck it that's gonna mean vasectomy And when the liquor pours it's Set the table get the door Wrestle naked hit the floor But I don't seek that shit no more It's different for me Try to tell myself a different story This alpha male recount-the-tale bullshit can just destroy me 'Cause what we say is what we seek What we seek is what we get What we get is what we give I can't give you nothing yet Except Infatuation Take these words and turn them into lies Serve me up with food that does not feed Satiate my every last desire Is this the thing I want or the thing I need He collects clips from magazines Found them full of hollow points Mixes Medea with the media They both consume the young The same old song gets sung He wants to hang So he gets hung He's chasing father figures A real son of a gun I don't cotton to the coffin nails Caught up quiet don't make bail Umpteen years for move'n keys Ironic he's locked up in jail Outside he is idolized My sister's class and ask the boys They wanna just be like him and move more rocks than belts of asteroids Better strapped and paranoid Than in the streets without a choice Peace of mind has been destroyed But now he's got a louder voice Idols lie to idle minds Sayin' I don't mind if I got mine If all our lies are idealized Then all our crimes are idolized It's If this isn't love why does my heart hurt so bad? You don't know why You wanna be the man You wanna be demanded By other people's hands so high You're caught up in its leaves Make the audience freeze at the thought But you don't know why You wanna beat a man You wanna be demanded By other people hands so high You're caught up its sleeves Make the audience freeze Like a body in the trees Now everybody in the club stand still Like a rubber band filled With government bills --- Infatuation - Matt Morris and Flobots