In Bloom - Moses Sumney

In the meantime, we’ll get it straight

I hope our friendship can recuperate

'Cause I’ve held you in place

Of a wife in the space

A spouse would hold

Only with you, I’m safe

In bloom with room to grow

I’m only watering the seeds you sowed

In my heart, in my chest, six feet beneath the flesh

When you held my hand, but you signed «BFF»

Oh, no, oh, oh, oh

I hope you’re not another supplement

For absent relationships

'Cause when we’re close in the car

Or in the store, or in a bar

Sometimes I want to kiss my friends

(Ooh, ooh)

You don’t want that, do you?

You just want someone to listen to you

Who ain’t tryna screw you (Ooh, yeah)

I swear I want that too, yeah

I just want someone to listen to me

Who ain’t tryna do me

(Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh)

(Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh)

As the night becomes dawn

You and I become one

You take my face in palm

And call me the morning sun