Baby Hotline
Please hold me close to you
Baby flatline
Still time to do it too
Baby snack time
Chow down to earth but in your head
She's a hoarder of quarters
And no boundary boredom
No boundary boredom
I can tell that your drinking eye
Has never opened
I insist somebody will die
And I hate moping
Wishing that the pills let you cry
And I hate hoping
Someday I will go back outside
And see her ok