You talk to me as if I’m a child
And I am a child
To you
Over a foot smaller than you
How many fights I’ve had over you
Lightwaves that produce the perception of color
The dress I wore for you
You didn’t really notice
You never really do
But still I’m quite fond of you
So all is forgiven
My sweet, sweet boy
Who I play like a toy
You’ll be what the world enjoys
Even when you’re under the weather
I want them to know we’re together
I’ll say it a hundred times
You’re mine
You’re mine
You’re mine
With your Volcom clothes
I get ready for you
Black heels, I’ll wear those
But you never notice
You never do
Just how it goes
All for you, I suppose
