Told my mother that I love her
And that I'd lie to the accountant if she wants
I'll do whatever to protect her
I'll say anything just to make her stop
I saw a movie everybody hated
In an empty theatre in Duluth
Swear I really loved it
Love is such a better thing to do
I'm grateful for everything you put me through
It's the only reason I'm any good to talk to
When I'm sick or suffering, I'll still call you
About my big, sore sweet tooth
Search frantic for the moonlight
I bat I get cold beneath the stars
And instead, I found a soundbite
Of someone I love saying something mean and hard
Forgot I have a piece of plastic
In the place where my molar used to be
Sucking on a summer cherry
When you called, I bit hard into the seed
I'm grateful for everything you put me through
It's the only reason I'm any good to talk to
When I'm sick or suffering, I'll still call you
About my big, sore sweet tooth
So, my molar collapsed on me
Like a glacier melting in the heat
My mouth full up with lightning
I'm an outlet shock, a hole, a need
So, everybody loves you
And every little bit helps
I broke my bone, it was the worst she ever felt
I'm grateful for everything you put me through
It's the only reason I'm any good to talk to
When I'm sick or suffering, I'll still call you
About my big, sore sweet tooth
Big, sore sweet tooth
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compositores: Maya Hawke - Christian Lee Hutson
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