Wrestling

You got form

Not at all

I get bigger than me

You want more

And as you pour away on me

I start too see

What I feel comfortably

And in my mind

I'm wrestling that you don't wanna know

There's just too much game playing for a call

In the open moments you get nothing true at all

So you get hard, you got me still, you got me cold

But we could get higher, higher

Higher, higher, higher, higher

Higher, higher

Higher, higher, higher, higher

You're not calling

Feels like I want it

But I know you won't do better than me

And in between

I do believe

There is space

A sea becomes a tree

And in my mind

I'm wrestling that you don't wanna know

There's just too much game playing for a call

In the open moments you get nothing true at all

So you get hard, you got me still, you got me cold

But we could get higher, higher

Higher, higher, higher, higher

Higher, higher

Higher, higher, higher, higher

My rules, my horse has four feet stuck on the floor

And now your wife, your wife has to know this shit all her life

And you're sure, you sure, you best believe I'm moving on

And so you go, go on, be gone, I'm done

(But we could) get higher, higher

Higher, higher, higher, higher

(But we could) get higher, higher

Higher, higher, higher, higher

(But we could) ^[1]