I know my mom
She´d make you your favorite dish
She´d be obsessed with you quick
Like on night one
She´d welcome you in our home

Like you were one of our own, give you that East Coast love
That´s why I keep her at a bird´s-eye view
So she doesn´t get attached to you

And I know my dad
He´d say he´s tempted to grill you
If you hurt me, he´d kill you
But he´s not like that
You´d probably bond over Springsteen
And how much you both love me and vintage Cadillacs
That´s why I keep him at a bird´s-eye view
So he doesn´t get attached to you

But come to think of it
I think I saw the end
You didn´t get a chance to choose

There I go again
Makin´ up a bad excuse
So I don´t get attached to you, to you
Attached to you, to you

I know my friends
They´d talk conspiracy theories
You´d know more of them weirdly
You would pass their tests
They´d see how you keep me safe
And show up for me in ways that they could never imagine
That´s why I keep ´em at a bird´s-eye view
So they don´t get attached to you

But come to think of it
I think I saw the end
You didn´t get a chance to choose

There I go again
Makin´ up a bad excuse
So I don´t get attached to you, to you
Attached to you, to you

I´d rather walk on glass than give someone the opportunity to hurt me
I´d run like hell
And sabotage a good thing ´cause I´m so fuckin´ afraid it could be perfect
I´d rather walk on glass than give someone the opportunity to hurt me
I´d run like hell
And sabotage a good thing ´cause I´m so fuckin´ afraid it could be perfect
I know myself