The world holds on
A disturbing kind of story
I think he loves me so much
I think he loves me even better
Oh, my mama said, that she is sorry
Cause I can't see him anymore
Cannot see him anymore
I think it is ok, it is ok
To be a friend of my bipolarity
A lovely kind of aim, in every way
To copulate with my jealousy
The older I get
I deal with the thought
To sell myself or my body, I need
To make it up for them
To make some reparations
The older I get
I deal with the thought
To sell myself or my body, I need
To make it up for them
To make some reparations
And destroy us all
The sun's shining dirty
The bees are still flirty
Can I feel him even more?
Can I feel him even better?
The darkness has to go
Dear mama just listen
Dear mama just listen
Dear mama just listen when I say
That I'm in love
I think it is ok, it is ok
To be a friend of my bipolarity
A lovely kind of aim, in every way
To copulate with my jealousy
The older I get
I deal with the thought
To sell myself or my body, I need
To make it up for them
To make some reparations
The older I get, I deal with the thought
To sell myself or my body, I need
To make it up for them
To make some reparations
Now I'm alone, cause my mama said no