I know my mom
She'd make you your favorite dish
She'd be obsessed with you quick
Like on night one
She'd welcome you in our home
Like you were one of our own, give you that East Coast love
That's why I keep her at a bird's-eye view
So she doesn't get attached to you

And I know my dad
He'd say he's tempted to grill you
If you hurt me, he'd kill you
But he's not like that
You'd probably bond over Springsteen
And how much you both love me and vintage Cadillacs
That's why I keep him at a bird's-eye view
So he doesn't get attached to you

But come to think of it
I think I saw the end
You didn't get a chance to choose
There I go again
Makin' up a bad excuse
So I don't get attached to you, to you
Attached to you, to you

I know my friends
They'd talk conspiracy theories
You'd know more of them weirdly
You would pass their tests
They'd see how you keep me safe
And show up for me in ways that they could never imagine
That's why I keep 'em at a bird's-eye view
So they don't get attached to you

But come to think of it
I think I saw the end
You didn't get a chance to choose
There I go again
Makin' up a bad excuse
So I don't get attached to you, to you
Attached to you, to you

I'd rather walk on glass than give someone the opportunity to hurt me
I'd run like hell
And sabotage a good thing 'cause I'm so fuckin' afraid it could be perfect
I'd rather walk on glass than give someone the opportunity to hurt me
I'd run like hell
And sabotage a good thing 'cause I'm so fuckin' afraid it could be perfect
I know myself