I connect the Universal Serial Bus.
I keep all of my memories here.
The summer photos...
The songs for Streets...
The art made by fans...
And that one folder...

There's a folder hidden there
where I keep all my despair.
It's a thing I collect.
It's a thing I won't regret.

Yet it's embarrassing...
I'm red when it's brought up...
It's not for you...

There's a folder I must
when I want to feel a bust.
When I have it felt
my mind starts to melt.

Yet it feels weird...
It feels wrong...
Not enough to delete it...

The content flashes my eyes.
My imagination goes crazy.
I'm wanting them...
I'm desiring them...
I'm dreaming about them...
In that one folder...

Someone comes in.
I shut the world down.
He's asking me, asking me...
He knows what I'm doing...
But I lie, I keep lying...
About that one folder...

There's a folder hidden there
where I keep all my desires.
When I have time to spare
my cheeks feel like fires.

Yet it looks illegal...
It looks nasty...
But it's nice...

There's a folder I must
when I want to leave the fret.
Then I feel the lust
and my shark brain gets wet.

Yet it's wrong...
It's uncool...
But it won't stop me...