Rushes To - Frank Ocean

Saturdays involved making our entrances into life outside

We've been in this room too long

Recreation is keeping us self contained and aware

Of each other's form

Still and in full strides just the same

Keeping us warm

Walking in straight lines

Talking in sleep at night

Coddled and pacified

Virgins of mothers

Son who leave

The son who leave

Having you around

Son who leave

The son who leave

Having you around is

What if we decide to live by choice

All this time I knew

That average was something to fall back on

After genius ends

I watch video only difference is

It's flat and we miss sparks of lightning storm

Behind wet faces

Slip my pants back on

And rewind it back one more

The tape stopped before I was back alone

I'll be back before

The street lights on before the daylight's gone

I was spoiled

By lavish thoughts

They don't compare no not at all

And had this been the best I might not know

What to do with all

Of what you've shown

What you give my words can't hold

If acts of god

Breaks us all

Least we did us perfect

Perfect

Perfect

Love

Love

Love

Perfect

If you live by

Never

Love