Baby Teeth - Haley Blais

Got a friend out in Los Angeles

Smoke breaks out in the car

I used to think that I could live there

And be the next big fucking star

But when I smoke, I don’t get paranoid

I go Full Metal Jacket

When I die, I know I won’t freak out until I’m in the casket

I want my baby teeth back

Stare in the mirror, do my best Late Night Show wisecrack

I wanna know what it’s like

Pull out my front one on my own time

Can I tell you a secret?

Don’t know what the hell I’m thinkin'

All of my tight-lipped opinions happened while I was asleep

And when you ask me to diffuse the bomb

I’ll tell you I deployed it

It’s so hard to keep a family, guess I’ll just destroy it

I want my baby teeth back

Stare in the mirror, do my best Late Night Show wisecrack

I wanna know what it’s like

Pull out my front one on my own time

And come to find I’m the one cog in the machine that won’t grind

But if the machine is fine

Can’t help but take it as some kind of sign

I want my baby teeth back

I want my baby teeth back

I want my baby teeth back

Stare in the mirror, do my best Late Night Show wisecrack

I wanna know what it’s like

Pull out my front one on my own time

When I die, I know I won’t freak out

When I die, I know I won’t freak out

When I die, I know I won’t freak out

When I die, I know I won’t freak out

When I die, I know I won’t freak out

When I die, I won’t freak out