Chonk - Yellow Snowcone

There is a mark on my brain
In the shape of a train
You packin' up all of your pain
You ran away, you ran away
Lost my glow in the dark
Took a glue gun to my heart
Old thoughts renew when we're apart
Guess we were doomed straight from the start

It's an invitation
To a place that we have never been
It's a migration
To a dark and creepy carnival within
And our location is changing once again

Took a train to your home
I pissed my name in the snow
I rang your door, you were alone
You said hello, i said hello
Oh, hey what's up? how have you been?
Hey, like the place, can i move in?
I saw your face 360 spin
Oh, what a waste wе've got us in
Oh, what a waste we'vе got us in!

An impregnation
Happened when you opened up that door
There's a gestation
It lasts about a half an hour tops
No more, gestation is a bore
And our ovation
Is what we're standing for
*whistle solo*

It's an invitation
To a place that we have never been
It's a migration
To a dark and creepy carnival within
And our location is changing once again