Soft Spot
Z Santos
Unprepared with a capital F
While other boys are making movements to the west
Restless hands rearrange the mess
Oh-oh, sort the mess, to create a new mess
Sort the mess, to create a new mess
Store your light, put it into my rock
Take your warmth now, there's a smallness in the way that you talk
Worried hands reconfigure the 'S'
Ignore the mess, but create a new mess
Sort the mess, to create a new mess
You made a mess, I couldn't add to the mess
You saved a mess, instead, I'll send you a text
Went to bed dreaming
They covered you in graffiti
Took what I wanted
But I will return what I needed
If it means you'll be
Less blue than me
Ooh-ooh, Ooh-ooh, Ooh-ooh, Ooh-ooh
Pow-pow-pow-pow-pow-ow-ow-ow
Pow-pow-pow-pow-pow-ow-ow-ow