Ice Cream - K.Flay

This isn’t math, it’s a paragraph

It’s a pot of gold in a garbage can

Should’ve seen the signs at Christmas time

When the mistletoe didn’t make you wanna make out

Honey, here is the fuckin' truth

You’d rather be with her, and

I’d rather be with you

Oh, baby, this is the end of times

You wanna 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 fuckin' truth

You’d rather be with her, and

I’d rather be with you

Oh, baby, this is the end of times

You wanna 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 Christmas time

When the mistletoe didn’t make you wanna make out