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Age Gap
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Pop
Age Gap was released on February 2, 2024 by bambi as a part of the album If You Make It to Heaven - EP
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Release DateFebruary 2, 2024
Labelbambi
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bambi
Bambi
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isabella Goddard
Isabella Goddard
Songwriter

Lyrics

(My leg gets bit in the same trap,
I miss you more and I hate that,
And I saw you lie about your age.
You can be thirty-five,
If you make it to Heaven.)
I start to social smoke,
Once I've had a lot to drink,
I watch the night come home,
I cry for everything,
I told the moon all of the things we did.
There's a child in me and she's too sensitive.
"Hey, what you said ain't fair!
And you're not playin' nice!"
That's about how mean I get
Before I start to cry,
You had me, nineteen, with psychic dreams,
One long, white slumber,
The body keeps count and I'm tired of numbers.
My leg gets bit in the same trap,
Gnawing through like a stray cat.
A lost, little girl, bet a big man could change that,
I miss you more and I hate that,
Couldn’t care less when I came back.
Losing a piece of my heart to an age gap.
I miss sleepin’ with you.
No, not like that,
I miss the allocated time
That you would hold me back,
Before you’d roll over and go straight to sleep,
(Without me.)
I still feel your fingers all over me.
I know my issues are chronic,
And I can’t hand that to you,
But we both know I was too young,
To sleep in that bedroom,
My whole life all you grown men
Want to throw me around.
Night swimmin’ in syrup,
And I’m choosing to drown.
My leg gets bit in the same trap,
Gnawing through like a stray cat.
A lost, little girl, bet a big man could change that,
I miss you more and I hate that,
Couldn’t care less when I came back.
Losing a piece of my heart to an age gap.
I watch the projector spin,
Cinematic panic attack,
I fall, drugged, into your bed,
In every dream I have,
I carve your name in school bathrooms,
I feel my heart rot black,
Never even liked you that much,
So why am I dialing you back?
Said you’re a Godly man,
But, there’s a slight perversion,
Watched me turn to night,
Become one ghost of a person,
And I saw you lie about your age,
But I was too scared to mention,
You can be ‘thirty-five’,
If you make it to Heaven.
My leg gets bit in the same trap,
Gnawing through like a stray cat.
A lost, little girl, bet a big man could change that,
I miss you more and I hate that,
Couldn’t care less when I came back.
Losing a piece of my heart to an age gap.
Its confusing,
Lines get blurry,
I know you’d never
Purposely hurt me,
You were kindness,
Kept me cared for,
Pulled me from midnights,
What else are friends for?
At your door with their pitchforks,
Called you ‘predatory’,
Not the ‘love of your life’,
Just a porn category, I,
Know its over,
They spat ’til all of the flames died.
Three months of sleepovers,
And now I sleep through the daytime.
Written by: Isabella Goddard
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