Oatmilk Lyrics

All of the girls

Making their beds

Five o'clock bell

Rings in their heads

Waxing the floors

With husks to their feet

You watch as I run

From end to the end

My slippers are done

Tell Jelia to send

Another one

To me

You got your teeth in the summer

We moved to California

Where nobody cares

About my middle name

I hate that I put it on you

That I can do without you

I guess all I have

Is my pride to blame

All of the boys

Strumming guitars

Under the lights

Playing their parts

We go for a ride

Beneath the stars

He looks in my eyes

To find what he finds

Detect to reject

Confine to deny

Kill it while you can

And hide

They call you the

Priest of the suburbs

The two of taller towers

Over analyze

And swear

I am the same

They hate that I put it on you

But I can't do without you

I guess all I have

Is my pride to blame