Compersion (Part Four) (Alt)

Lyrics

who knows when we stop

this shits called compersion

I told yous, Pi dont end
Pi just finds another decimal
but makes thing better though

"Hotwife of Pi"

youre meant to love her, right

you want her laughing
you want her lit
you want her walking through the world
like it all still fits
you want her glass full
you want her soul rich
you want her hips with a memory
that dont sound clipped

you want her to have fun
you want her to feel chosen
you want her to taste life
with the fine wine open
you want her days golden
nights unbroken
but the second it gets real
your brave mouth choking

come on

this shits called compersion
you aint gotta learn it
its when you get joy by proxy
by watching them deserve it
be proud to observe it
you know she fucking earned it
made it work without a warning
turned the wanting into worship
turned the watching into purpose
watch her leave while their burning

so, you think you
got the best tool
"doubt it"

you think one hammer
builds the cathedral
"doubt it"

you think one key
fits every locked feeling
"doubt it"

you think love means leaving
half the world sealed in
"doubt it"

"Hotwife of Pi"

thats not romance
thats irrational rationing
thats not passion
thats plastic arse packaging
thats not honour
thats a little boy panicking
a fake gold frame
where the artworks hanging

if you love her
dont make her smaller
just so your shadow looks taller
dont call it protection
when youre hiding her from the offer
dont call it respect
when its fear in your collar

"dont call yourself a king
if the queen cant prosper"

she should have life
so let her have heat
she can make songs
where your not always the lead
let her have breath
where the air tastes sweet
both come home in love
and put the night on repeat

"Hotwife of Pi"

its not losing or lack
or your manhood with a knife
in your masculine back
thats her scaling the sky
and still flying back

thats a door swinging open
cos the foundations mapped

you dont own the ocean
cos you bought one pier
you dont own the music
cos you made one snare
you dont own the sunrise
cos you watched it appear
you dont own her joy
just because your stood there

"Hotwife of Pi"

youre meant to love her, right

then love when shes giddy
love when shes greedy
love when shes pretty
in ways that look risky
love when the world
gets drunk on her quickly

this shits called compersion
you aint gotta learn it
its when you get joy by proxy
by watching them deserve it
be proud to observe it
you know she fucking earned it
made it work without a warning
turned the wanting into worship
turned the watching into purpose
watch her leave while their burning

see, thats the bit
not the filthy bit first
the holy bit hidden
underneath the dirt
the seeing her smile
isnt taking your worth
the knowing her pleasure
aint leaving you burnt

I say feed her
I mean ask her
mean hear her
mean mean it
mean if she wants more
dont stand there between it

cos if another tool
does a job yours couldnt
why you mad at the craft
dont mean the craftsmanships better
some jobs need a drill
while others need a hammer

your mad at the weather
but bro
maybe she likes that weather
why you mad that her joy
came out dressed in leather

"Hotwife of Pi"

"Hotwife of Pi"

you want the best for her
then want the best for her

not the best that still flatters
your chest for her

not the best that behaves
like a guest in her own body for her

the best that makes flesh
feel fresh, an unknown body for her

Pi dont do prison
Pi does love with precision
like “point out the victim
and well make them the mission”

so, if theres one word
you need to learn then
take a minute
rewrite your world and
hear past the beat
and listen to the person
so before I close the curtain
remember ....
this shits called compersion

"Hotwife of Pi"

this shits called compersion
you aint gotta learn it
its when you get joy by proxy
by watching them deserve it
be proud to observe it
you know she fucking earned it
made it work without a warning
turned the wanting into worship
turned the watching into purpose
watch her leave while their burning


"Hotwife of Pi"

[Compersion is the empathetic
feeling of joy or euphoria
you experience when witnessing
your partners happiness
.... Just saying......]




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