Sweet Mother Mary, I know I don't belong at your altar
But if you can make time for a human-fearing man like me, her name is Camila
I've known her since I was nineteen, eight months, and fifteen days
I know the damn date, Mary
If you'll let me speak to her directly, you can check my soul for signs of weakness
You're easy to adore
I was made to adore you
You leave me waking up easy, feet on the floor for your flequillos
Sweet baked Alaska, you can melt my pain away for an hour when you wrap your skinny arms around me
And I feel like a man when you say my name on the phone to your mother
I fall another league every time you speak, every word I don't know and you need to explain it to me
"Oh my" I need your exclamations that haven't been normal since the nineteen thirties
You're easy to adore
World made me to adore you
You leave me waking up easy, feet on the floor for when your sweet eyes cross just a little at my solar plexus
And I know you're gonna hug me for a lot of seconds
Sweet Abuelita, open that bright little prism and have six nights of cayenne and cinnamon
Open me and have the sweet heart you made
My dear Camila, I could choose you, easy, every morning till the plesiosaurs eat the city, but it's us plus three
You warned me that it would be
I lied to yours truly
Nena, I'm a proud anemone, and I want you to pick me
You're easy to adore
I was made to adore you
You leave me waking up easy, feet on the floor, but sweet thing, I don't know
Camila, I don't know
What was I thinking when I said I love you in my ma's Subaru
In Japanese, so it'd be easy to pretend it didn't happen?
Camila, what were you thinking when you said you love me too, and you kissed me and missed my lips?
I missed my exit, and I miss your glasses
Because my heart began when you read to me, and you're the one infinity she knows