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 'til 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 'Til you're making up in the driveway Under light gray confetti ♪ I can't help but see a flurry And think snow is on the way But I'm careful 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 'til 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 'Til 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 'til 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 'Til you're making up in his driveway Under light gray confetti