Don't Call Me Baby
Don't call me baby
We're all a little bit crazy
I see myself fading
Don't ask for help much lately
So sick of waiting
For the air to kiss my cheeks
Don't call me baby
'Cause I'm buried in my debris
Shedding skin till I can't see
Felt too much till I felt nothing
No dopamine left in me
So make me feel a little something
Make me feel something, anything
Don't call me baby
Don't call me baby
Make me feel something, anything
My mirror's misted
To mask the bugs that twitch inside
They make me nervous
Couldn't count them if I tried
Lines on the surface
Of the skin around my eyes
My mirror's misted
So I can't see the other side
Shedding skin till I can't see
Felt too much till I felt nothing
No dopamine left in me
So make me feel a little something
Make me feel something, anything
Don't call me baby
Don't call me baby
Make me feel something, anything
Don't call me baby
Don't call me baby
Make me feel something, anything
I'm the thing inside the closet
Door's locked with bolts and chains
Crowded teeth sore and sharpened
Need to gnaw through my restraints
Make me feel something, anything
Don't call me baby
Don't call me baby
Make me feel something, anything
Don't call me baby
Don't call me baby
We're all a little bit crazy
I see myself fading
Don't ask for help much lately
So sick of waiting
For the air to kiss my cheeks
Don't call me baby
'Cause I'm buried in my debris
Shedding skin till I can't see
Felt too much till I felt nothing
No dopamine left in me
So make me feel a little something
Make me feel something, anything
Don't call me baby
Don't call me baby
Make me feel something, anything
My mirror's misted
To mask the bugs that twitch inside
They make me nervous
Couldn't count them if I tried
Lines on the surface
Of the skin around my eyes
My mirror's misted
So I can't see the other side
Shedding skin till I can't see
Felt too much till I felt nothing
No dopamine left in me
So make me feel a little something
Make me feel something, anything
Don't call me baby
Don't call me baby
Make me feel something, anything
Don't call me baby
Don't call me baby
Make me feel something, anything
I'm the thing inside the closet
Door's locked with bolts and chains
Crowded teeth sore and sharpened
Need to gnaw through my restraints
Make me feel something, anything
Don't call me baby
Don't call me baby
Make me feel something, anything
Don't call me baby
Don't call me baby
Credits
Writer(s): Gabriella Giangola
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