Baby hotline.
please hold me close to you
baby flatline
still time to do it too
baby snacktime chow down to earth
but in your head shes a hoarder or quarters and no boundary boredom no boundary boredom
(O-ooo-oo)
i can tell that your drinking eye has never opened
i insist somebody will die and i hate hoping
wishing that the pills make you cry and i hate coping
someday i will go back outside and see her okay..