genetic disposition You’re sent from Tartarus Lacking your white wings, fight me And I’ll concede You’ll take over me My eloquence and black sea But you’re such A goddamn crowd-pleaser I like your “mistakes” Especially when they’re tied to my last name And I’m the backside Do you like what you see? I could do it again, as long as you keep me Lock your bedroom Let me into your arms Kiss my hair Tell me you hate me