My mother told me professional office people don't use vanilla scents
So I bought vanilla perfume right away
She told me if I buy it, buy it for a friend
And I healed myself with it

He wrapped himself tighter around me
He pressed himself more.
But what if this came with love?

I remember
My mother told me don't waste time boys like you
So I poured toxicity on me, that leaked from your skin
I tore myself apart for you, introduced you to my family
With codiene.
I don't know if I tore you apart,
But you've been different since I left

And with prayers, I think at night
That you were torn apart