I believe it was a Wednesday
I had reached the age of eight
Ever since I've possessed a potent
Furniture store hate
My mother had to do some shopping
So I was obliged to tag along
Confused in the Kivik the Loveseat section
I took one damn turn wrong
Ivar! Ivar!
Shelving unit
Mommy!
The Ikea trauma
Panic! Panic!
Where is my mommy?
Ivar! Ivar!
Shelving unit
Mommy!
The Ikea trauma
Panic! Panic!
Suck on my tummy
Luckily I had my Ace Frehley doll
Or else I think I'd lost my mind
Ace was brave and encouraging
The space man could see, where I was blind
Still wake up sweaty, anxiety attacks
With Hemnes beds, Vilgot chairs
And multi-function transition strip
Nightmares
Ivar! Ivar!
Shelving unit
Mommy!
The Ikea trauma
Panic! Panic!
Where is my mommy?
Ivar! Ivar!
Shelving unit
Mommy!
The Ikea trauma
Panic! Panic!
Suck on my tummy