Ice Cream

This isn't math, it's a paragraph
It's a pot of gold in a garbage can
Should've seen the signs at Christmastime
When the mistletoe didn't make you want to 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 want to 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 in sight
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 want to call it off, and
I want to 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'll 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 Christmastime
When the mistletoe didn't make you want to make out