Wind Up Box

You sure showed me a lot of good tunes
On that secret Spotify playlist
We sure had a grand ol’ ball, didn’t we?
Dancing around our feelings
You’re a ballerina by trade
A scholar of the tip toe
You could sneak into the hardest of hearts
And leave with whatever spoils you’d want

Our song overplayed in a couple of months
Melodies often overstay in the attic of our minds
But I can’t seem to get rid of the sweetest one inside of my brain
It’s you, my favorite wind-up box

Throwing frisbee on the weekend
At the briscoe park ‘til elevеn o’ clock
Local news on the TV
NASDAQ crashed, all wе can do is laugh
I went off the deep end
But you reeled me in like a mackerel
You was dolled up on the webcam
Now I’m fiending for those macbook calls
Blowing doja in Ssaratoga
Wanted sara may, but couldn’t handle that
I’ll drive corolla to Nova Scotia
Deagle in my jeans, all packed and strapped
We were on point, had a habitat
Your eyes bluer than a new cadillac
Inside of my brain
I’m getting crucified on the 35
You’re right next to me
But you’re the next to leave me

Nothing ever happens for me
That’s okay
I’m used to it
Nothing ever happens round here
That’s okay
I’m used to it

Pull out the blender, been using it more
Massaging your smooth skin has felt like a chore
I made you some breakfast eat up while it’s warm
Collapse on the bed as you slam the front door
I’m on all fours
Go get your camcord
I’ll still be there for you even as your scapehorse
Ego camouflaged forest for the mirage
Put my best face on and dive straight into the trauma cause I’m scared of change, but I’m used to it anyway