(I get to ride down fancy street) (Strapped up in a booster seat) He's condescending me Yelling how I'm supposed to be having fun He's not the enemy He's my own savior, an abundance of love He's accidentally stepping on all my toes every single one I could go home with you I could go home with you I could go home with you I could go home with you And I sure do miss the luxury baby (I get to ride down fancy street Strapped up in a booster seat) You were my true and final getaway car (I get to ride down fancy street Strapped up in a booster seat) My one way ticket home from the crazies I can't go home with you I can't go home with you I can't go home with you I can't go home with you So condescending (I'm not bitching you're not listening) I'm not bitching you're not listening, you're not listening So condescending (I'm not bitching you're not listening) So condescending (I'm not bitching you're not listening, you're not listening) He's intertwined with me (And I sure do miss the luxury baby) And now I can't find what's even mine He's condescending me yelling how I'm supposed to be feeling fine He's done it all for me (And I sure do miss the luxury baby) So how dare I claim anything's mine He's cutting into me, yelling how I stained his pretty knife (and I sure do miss the luxury baby) He's intertwined with me (and I sure do miss the luxury baby) And now I can't find what's even mine He's condescending (yelling how I'm supposed to be feeling fine) So condescending, condensation from your window was weeping