V1: There's a version of Burns that God inserted into an Earth within an endless deck of dimension/ Neither Devils noe Nephilim are certain/ which one we're next to in sequence--See? Shit, I guess I mean "when", instead; yeah that sentiment seems to be more the message I meant//// And I betcha thinkin', right at this second: "Steven, we get it; your comprehension of timing is second just to your rhyme-schemes! I bet you fucks with dozens of other yummy, golden-buttery "solvent trap" fanatics with both scampi and "crazy" displayed in their DNA schematics"--See, it so happens I don't, but I know I a whole boatload of of ghosts who were addicts with me// They never grow old, but they grow attached to me/ Batsgit-me, Captain Amity stranded and damned with no wraps for the catnip////

HOOK:

I can't convey with the brain that God gave me how to explain I spent a decade in a tenth of a day...

It was amazing...

I remember every intimate kiss and sexual second

There's a reason I won't even say the name of our baby...

So fuck a pinch

Cuz we hit, kicked, and spit at each other

No bloody lip

I never called you a bitch

We didn't let drugs corrupt the gift I let slip from my grip

I'm nothing but clumsy

I'm lucky just to have snuck a glimpse of us being in love again