Ice Cream

This isn't math, it's a paragraph It's a pot of gold in a garbage can Should've seen the signs at Christmastime When the mistletoe didn't make you wanna make out Honey, here is the fucking truth You'd rather be with her, and I'd rather be with you Oh, baby, this is the end of times You want to call it off, and I wanna call you mine You are my ice cream You make my brain freeze You are my ice cream You make my brain freeze This isn't nice, it's a bath of ice It's an open book with no words inside I was so naive, I was so deceived When I found out that adults are very confused Honey, here is the fucking truth You'd rather be with her, and I'd rather be with you Oh, baby, this is the end of times You want to call it off, and I wanna call you mine You are my ice cream You make my brain freeze You are my ice cream You make my brain freeze If I let you go, I know you'll go, so I hold tightly Lost my self-control one year ago, I feel like fighting If I let you go, I know you'll go, so I hold tightly Lost my self-control one year ago, I feel like fighting You are my ice cream You make my brain freeze You are my ice cream You make my brain freeze This isn't math, it's a paragraph It's a pot of gold in a garbage can Should've seen the signs at Christmastime When the mistletoe didn't make you wanna make out