Okay, not really, but it sounds good that way
But today I think I'll write
About something I'm feeling is right
Or I'll stir up myself
And add some ice cream in the mix
Freeze my toes or somewhere else
And drink my own thoughts till I'm sick
8 o'clock is the perfect time for leaving
But as long as I'm me I'll keep on breathing
Leaving myself is kinda hard to do
Sometimes I just need to use a spoon
Cause I taste like I'm tired
And I taste like I'm dreamy
And I like thinking or drinking awhile
And I taste like I'm creamy
Sugar sweet, but it's all in me
And honestly, I think I lied
Inside I feel so cold and old and torn
Like I blended up ice in my chest's core
And I definitely don't want anymore
Till I warm up to myself
This is a song about a chocolate cake
Wait, not really, it's kinda about a milkshake
But I am cooked and baked right
And taste like chocolate bites
And I give myself a flavor
Dunk my head to suffocate my pride
And hey, could you do me a favor?
Make my jealousy die with my pride
Now I'm sour, and it's not been an hour
My power over myself is gone
Which might be good, it could be new
New milkshake flavor, yeah that too
And when I lost my sandbags, I flew
At least that's the dream I had
This is a song about a milkshake
And if I stir long enough I can say
That I am whipped into me
I can see why it's better to be me
I can stir up myself
Add some ice cream in the mix
Freezing my toes or somewhere else
And I drink my own thoughts till I'm sick
But I won't be sick of me, no
I will shake myself, yeah
I will shake myself, yeah
I will taste myself, yeah
I will shake myself, yeah
Shake myself, shake myself
I will taste myself, yeah
And I will taste like me