Baby Hotline
Please hold me close to you
Baby flat-line
Still time to do it too
(Ha-ha-ha!)
Baby snack time
Chow down to earth but in your head
She's a hoarder of quarters
And no boundary boredom-dum
Boundary boredom
I contend that your drinking eye has never opened
I insist somebody will die
And I hate hoping
Wishing that the pills let you cry
And I hate coping
Someday I will go back outside
And see her okay