(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 And I sure do miss the luxury baby You were my true and final getaway car My one way ticket home from the crazies I can't go home with you So condescending I'm not bitching you're not listening (And I sure do miss the luxury baby) He's intertwined with me 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 So how dare I claim anything's mine He's cutting into me, yelling how I stained his pretty knife So condescending, condensation from your window was weeping