Babies
Understanding babies
You'll never let your guard down
And always leave a card out

But always
The word is not so friendly
It brings some fucking baggage
It's a word that's used for lying

And never
Never I would trust
It sticks around for some
While always stays for none

Will someone
Find out what the word is
That makes the world go round
Cause I thought it was love

But some say
That it has to be choice
I read it in some book
Or an old packet of smokes

Babies
I guess I get the gist
There's not that much to miss
You choose or you exist