Upside-Down Tuna Parade (Indie-Pop Bounce)

[Verse 1] You tap-dance on my laptop Leave paw prints in my files Rename every single folder To “mmmmmmmm” in forty styles You knock my coffee off the table Blink once like “that’s fair” Then chase a ghost down the hallway Wearing yesterday’s underwear [Chorus] You’re my upside-down tuna parade Walking on the ceiling like it’s all handmade Chirping at the fridge like it’s your sworn nemesis Stealing all the sunlight Leaving me the crumbs of bliss Cardboard castle monarch of the laundry avalanche Four a.m. philosopher Conducting chaos in a trance [Verse 2] You nap on books I’m reading Only choose the crucial page You sprint at 3 in the morning Like you’re storming some stage Tail like a question mark Face like a broken halo You find a speck of nothing Treat it like a freak tornado