The Ikea Trauma

[00:07.26] I believe it was a Wednesday
[00:09.94] I had reached the age of eight
[00:13.66] Ever since I've possessed a potent
[00:16.31] Furniture store hate
[00:19.06] My mother had to do some shopping
[00:20.88] So I was obliged to tag along
[00:23.56] Confused in the Kivik the Loveseat section
[00:26.25] I took one damn turn wrong
[00:28.93] Ivar! Ivar!
[00:30.74] Shelving unit
[00:32.50] Mommy!
[00:33.68] The Ikea trauma
[00:34.54] Panic! Panic!
[00:36.39] Where is my mommy?
[00:39.93] Ivar! Ivar!
[00:40.88] Shelving unit
[00:42.61] Mommy!
[00:43.26] The Ikea trauma
[00:45.05] Panic! Panic!
[00:46.86] Suck on my tummy
[01:04.22] Luckily I had my Ace Frehley doll
[01:06.05] Or else I think I'd lost my mind
[01:09.63] Ace was brave and encouraging
[01:12.32] The space man could see, where I was blind
[01:15.05] Still wake up sweaty, anxiety attacks
[01:16.90] With Hemnes beds, Vilgot chairs
[01:20.50] And multi-function transition strip
[01:23.21] Nightmares
[01:25.92] Ivar! Ivar!
[01:26.83] Shelving unit
[01:27.79] Mommy!
[01:29.58] The Ikea trauma
[01:30.47] Panic! Panic!
[01:32.25] Where is my mommy?
[01:37.10] Ivar! Ivar!
[01:38.03] Shelving unit
[01:38.94] Mommy!
[01:39.86] The Ikea trauma
[01:41.69] Panic! Panic!
[01:42.58] Suck on my tummy
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