Can’t you see, girl? I’m trying to get to you, Doing crazy things that only artists do A shadow of your posts appears on my feed, my keyboard gets all eager, girl, A tweet I must set free I try to play it cool, pretend your face don’t matter, date one here and there, but low-key it’s you I’d rather. My style, very different for an erudite like you don’t deny yourself the pleasure of calling me your beau