It's nothing like a swollen cheek Was no physical altercation It’s something you can stomach easier Who gives a shit what people think? They never had imagination It even kind of makes it dreamier He calls you names while you're folding the socks in his drawer Says he won't do it again till he does it, of course He tells you, honey, it’s only emotional porn He loves you more when he's watching you walk out his door Oh Fight over cake on your birthday Trying to cry so he sees Till you're making up in the driveway Undеr light gray confetti I can't help but see a flurry and think snow is on the way But I'm carеful with the wording as to not push you away And my spidey-sense is tingling, it puts me on alert Oh, but maybe it's so simple and you like to kinda hurt He calls you names while you're folding the socks in his drawer Says he won't do it again till he does it, of course He tells you, honey, it’s only emotional porn He loves you more when he’s watching you walk out his door Oh Fight over cake on your birthday Trying to cry so he sees Till you're making up in the driveway Under light gray confetti I don’t understand the thrill A different sorta calibration But if you ever call, I'm here for you He calls you names while you're folding the socks in his drawer Says he won't do it again till he does it, of course He tells you, honey, it’s only emotional porn He loves you more when he's watching you walk out his door Oh Fight over cake on your birthday Trying to cry so he sees Till you're making up in the driveway Under light gray confetti