(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
And I sure do miss the luxury baby
You were my true and final getaway car
My one way ticket home from the crazies
I can't go home with you
So condescending
I'm not bitching you're not listening
(And I sure do miss the luxury baby)
He's intertwined with me
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
So how dare I claim anything's mine
He's cutting into me, yelling how
I stained his pretty knife
So condescending, condensation from your window was weeping
