We're on the couch curled up
We've been watching Bambi
It's come to the sad scene
You feel my limbs tense up
I thank God I'm manly
Don't need to show empathy
You ask how I feel, I come out in a rash
How can this be, I ate no shell-fash
You say just open up, I sneeze right in your face
Don't speak another word, girl
I'm allergic to my emotions!
(Achoo)
Oh, baby
You've mistaken me
For someone who can process his emotions
I'm shaking
Anaphylactically
At the thought of being psychically open
Emotions make you nuts
They're containing traces
I'm itching voraciously
I keep my lid locked shut
It's healthy and spacious
Repressing capriciously
But there's so many feels I know I should express
Grab you by the hand and take a deep breath
Feel a sudden warmth rushing through my whole chest
Oh wait, that's inflammation
I'm allergic to my emotions!
(Achoo)
Oh, baby
You've mistaken me
For a guy who won't get hives from being open
Don't make me
Speak emotionally
Unless you've got a dermatotic lotion
You say you don't believe that
Emotions can cause allergies
Now you're googling a pollen count meter
And it's off the charts today
Wait you're telling me my feeling hay fever
Is caused by actual hay?
Oh, man, that's a big relief, yeah
My allergies are separate from my emotional incompetence!
I'm so relieved
That my immunosensitivity
Is unrelated to my shitty
Communicative abilities
(Achoo)