I know my mom She'd make you your favorite dish She'd be obsessed with you quick Like on night one She'd welcome you in our home Like you were one of our own give you that East Coast love That's why I keep her at a bird's-eye view So she doesn't get attached to you
And I know my dad He'd say he's tempted to grill you If you hurt me, he'd kill you But he's not like that You'd probably bond over Springsteen And how much you both love me and vintage Cadillacs That's why I keep him at a bird's-eye view So he doesn't get attached to you
But come to think of it I think I saw the end You didn't get a chance to choose There I go again Makin' up a bad excuse So I don't get attached to you, to you Attached to you, to you
I know my friends They'd talk conspiracy theories You'd know more of them weirdly You would pass their tests They'd see how you keep me safe And show up for me in ways that they could never imagine That's why I keep 'em at a bird's-eye view So they don't get attached to you
But come to think of it I think I saw the end You didn't get a chance to choose There I go again Makin' up a bad excuse So I don't get attached to you, to you Attached to you, to you
I'd rather walk on glass than give someone the opportunity to hurt me I'd run like hell And sabotage a good thing 'cause I'm so fuckin' afraid it could be perfect I'd rather walk on glass than give someone the opportunity to hurt me I'd run like hell And sabotage a good thing 'cause I'm so fuckin' afraid it could be perfect I know myself
Compositores: Jennifer Decilveo, Cari Elise Fletcher, Julia Carin Cavazos (Julia Michaels) ECAD: Obra #41894750