Lay Back, Arms Out

I'm a broken record
 Come wriggle out from underneath me
 Tied around the middle
 Not incorrupt and rotting out
 When you lift the lid I will be liquid
 All swimming in my skin
 There's a sweetness to that
 There's a sweetness to that
 There's a sweetness to that
 There's a sweetness to that
 Bullish you are when you said I'm colorful
 It's like you're trying to harm me
 Aren't we now?
 Foolish I was ever growing foolisher
 Sticking in the salt until you cottonmouth
 You're tired and you're dried out
 Two lovers on other islands
 Two lovers on other islands
 Oh
 The charts of all the stars you read
 They make me feel illest at ease
 The teasing blink of a plane
 And now you cut it back and buds will form
 There's flooding on the bottom floor
 Don't go upstairs, it'll trap you up there
 So lay back, arms out, all-in, unfeeling, ooh
 I'll keep my deep, pristine, unflinching cool
 Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh