[Lyric] The Verbal Kind (He Danced Ivy)

Let’s join a cult just to feel individual
Separate myself to something non-divisible
Enchanted by inferior design
But you are still just an eyesore

Don’t stop now, you’re a diva baby

Oh, you’re the verbal kind
Get on it, get on it
Now, you’re mine

I got splinters from the timber
Climbing over the fence
Someone said it was better
Didn’t mention the weather
I got splinter from the timber
Climbing over the fencе
Someone said it’s fortuitous to knock on the wood

I guеss I misunderstood
Easy to please is not a fucking compliment
Why don’t you take a step inside
You’ll find that’s not what I meant

I’ll glue to you with nostalgia too
So stick it, stick it, stick it

You’re the verbal kind
Get on it, get on it
Now, you’re mine

I got splinters from the timber
Climbing over the fence
Someone said it was better
Didn’t mention the weather
Got splinters from the timber
Climbing over the fence
Someone said it’s fortuitous to knock on the wood

I guess I misunderstood

You want it, get on it
The acid tongue, the formidable lung
No word of a lie
Get on it, neurotic
Forced conversations are where you confide
You’re of a verbal kind
Misunderstood, you’re misunderstood
Misunderstood, you’re misunderstood

Oh, you’re the verbal kind
Get on it, get on it
Now, you’re mine

I got splinters from the timber
Climbing over the fence
Someone said it was better
Didn’t mention the weather
I got splinters from the timber
Climbing over the fence
Someone said it’s fortuitous to knock on the wood

I guess I misunderstood

Get on it, get on it
You want it