I'm Thinking About Horses Lyrics - Mansionz

[Intro: Mike Posner] 

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[Verse: Mike Posner] 

I'm thinking about God 

Is it a he or a she or a feeling or love? 

Does she personally ordain every occurrence and every moment 

Or did she set the universe in motion and then move on? 

To try to top her achievement? 

Maybe this universe wasn't an achievement at all 

Maybe our lives, our wars, our fuckups, our diseases 

Our love, our humanity, our passion, our pennies, our Holocaust 

Are all just a rehearsal before the show 

A sketch before the mural, a stretch before the jump 

Does she love me? Does God know I'm here? 

I'm thinking about God, I'm thinking about sex 

I've been holy all day and acted in ways that deserve adjectives like "honorable," "good," and "straight" 

But it's after 10PM now and I'm bored 

I watched a movie on the internet alone and now it's over 

I pick up my phone and text every female I know within a 15 mile radius 

It's a terrible thing that deserves adjectives like "chauvinistic," "objectifying," and "asshole-ish" (Dennis Rodman) 

I made that up just for myself 

"Hey, Nicole" 

"Oh, hey, what's up Mike? I'm about to get in bed, you?" 

"Well, I'm chilling, I've just been thinking about you ;)" 

"Haha, really random, I haven't seen you in so long. What made you think about me?" 

"Well, to be honest, I'm bored, and I'm thinking about sex" 

I'm thinking about horses, they're so goddamn regal 

Their muscles ripple through their skin like waves in a little ocean 

Magnificent beasts 

But why the fuck do they listen to us? 

They're so much stronger than they know 

But they trade their freedom for a dependable meal 

They let people get on top of them and tell them where to go 

But how can I judge? 

Is that not exactly what I do? 

Is that not exactly what we all do? 

I'm thinking about horses 

I'm thinking about dad 

He's 70 and he's just starting to get old 

Things are gonna change soon 

I don't feel ready for the change that's coming soon 

I am standing on the beach watching the tsunami grow 

From a minuscule rise in the horizon to a monstrous tidal wave 

I am not moving, I am not scared 

I am not scared, I am not wearing swimwear 

I am standing on the beach waiting for the tsunami 

And dad taught me about love and sacrifice 

But that's sort of like a book that you read and forgot about 

'Cause I don't love and I don't sacrifice 

And youth was my excuse for that, but that excuse is getting old 

Maybe I'm gay 

I'm thinking about dad 

I'm thinking about death 

What if this plane goes down? 

That would be okay, you know, I had a good run 

I wonder if a lot of people would come to my funeral 

Maybe my fans would do something special 

Maybe they'd cry and maybe it'd be in the newspaper 

Yeah, I think I'd get in the Detroit News 

Probably not the New York Times 

People'll probably like my music more when I die 

'Cause they'll know no more is coming 

You see, people love stories with endings 

Right now, I'm just sort of a story that's dragging on slowly 

Page by page, year by year 

But people want an ending, they want a crash 

They want a ear in the fucking mail 

I don't have one 

All I have is another lousy poem 

And the knowledge that I'll probably die somewhere confused and decrepit in a nursing home 

I don't think this plane's gonna crash 

I'm thinking about Otis, I'm thinking about Kurt 

I'm thinking about Dilla, I'm thinking about 

[Outro: Dennis Rodman] 

Changed my hair green, and all of a sudden 

People looked at me like I was the devil 

Here we go 

Green