I keep my baby in a hearth to wait
I keep my baby in an insulated crate
I keep my baby in a high-security safe
that's ironically built from my own insecurities
I was a boy in a musical box
I was a snowglobe, shaken by my exes 'til the song season stopped
And I was promptly dropped, and chopped ' screwed
Like every rap album fueled by Codeine and golden tooths
I love you, Dear Insect
Sincerely, Windshield
I turn everything I love into shimmering, chandelier tears
I wanna tell him, "If you think you can talk to her like that,
you're wrong."
But I'm not. And all I've got is some song
I was a boy in a musical box
I was a snowglobe, shaken by my exes 'til the song season stopped
And I was promptly dropped, and chopped ' screwed
Like every rap album fueled by Codeine and golden tooths
Do you feel
Do you feel
Do you feel
Do you feel too much?