(I get to ride down fancy street)
(Strapped up in a booster seat)
He's condescending me
Yelling how I'm supposed to be having fun
He's not the enemy
He's my own savior, an abundance of love
He's accidentally stepping on all my toes every single one
I could go home with you
I could go home with you
I could go home with you
I could go home with you
And I sure do miss the luxury baby
(I get to ride down fancy street
Strapped up in a booster seat)
You were my true and final getaway car
(I get to ride down fancy street
Strapped up in a booster seat)
My one way ticket home from the crazies
I can't go home with you
I can't go home with you
I can't go home with you
I can't go home with you
So condescending
(I'm not bitching you're not listening)
I'm not bitching you're not listening, you're not listening
So condescending
(I'm not bitching you're not listening)
So condescending
(I'm not bitching you're not listening, you're not listening)
He's intertwined with me
(And I sure do miss the luxury baby)
And now I can't find what's even mine
He's condescending me yelling how I'm supposed to be feeling fine
He's done it all for me
(And I sure do miss the luxury baby)
So how dare I claim anything's mine
He's cutting into me, yelling how
I stained his pretty knife (and I sure do miss the luxury baby)
He's intertwined with me (and I sure do miss the luxury baby)
And now I can't find what's even mine
He's condescending (yelling how I'm supposed to be feeling fine)
So condescending, condensation from your window was weeping
