Angel hair and butter eyes
I sit like a paradigm
I can stomach cold french fries
But I can't show it to him yet
Do I read him as a threat?
I can't show it to him yet
There's a moat on all my sides
You can't cross but always try
Only costs a pair of dimes
To fake you took off all my skin
I laugh silent with a grin
There is nothing stored within
I can't seem to verbalize
So he visits late at night
Tries so hard to get me high
When I wanna go to bed
But you're not finished yet
I just wanna go to bed
But you're not finished yet
I just wanna go to bed
Say he gives you butterflies
But sometimes that's just your insides
Telling you to flutterby
Maybe something isn't right
Can I stay here for the night?
Feels like something isn't right