[Intro]
Like, two octaves up

[Verse 1]
I'm like Leonard Poets, man
Always overthinking
I'm two bad nights away from taking up drinking
Which borderline contradicts what I said 'bout smoking
I don't really care though, 15 and Still Broken
I can rationalise it now but I can't help to feel down
Haven't felt this broken since Bromham v. Bedford Town
I always feel the middle man in every monsoon
And you pray to God your daughter don't grow breasts too soon
I'm like Leonard Poets, man
Always feeling moody
Wise men listen to Weyes Blood, feelin' Movies (uh)

[Refrain]
I'm like Leonard Poets, man

[Verse 2]
I'm like Leonard Poets, man
Suffering from love
Well not love, fuck love, more like a crush
An unlucky run with Ron then I had to move on
Not long, I'll move on again, it's a fucking marathon
I'd swing my chair to see him but he does it for me
Whether intentional is cloudy, fuck it, more like stormy
There's no digging deep on a boy with no intentions
Like always, I'm making my own interventions
Walked miles for some windows
Chose the door 'round the corner
Now there's a shortage, might as well become shorter
I'm like Leonard Poets, man
Looking fine on the outside
Both ways, I'm a butterfly, fuck all you houseflies

[Bridge]
I'm fine myself, I'll off myself, off my, off myself

[Chorus]
My garden's the closest thing to street life, trying to blind myself with the street lights
Impossible feats and I'm out of luck
I could kill myself now, wouldn't give a fuck
He's a hero and he don't know it
Rest in peace Leonard Poets

[Outro]
And, rest in peace Windowsmiles
Put it to the side, like, two octaves up