lullaby for that insatiable itch

The little growling monster can talk now.
Its first purrs sounded something like "Just do it."
Poor baby doesn't like it when it don't get it's way, does it?
Baby's just gonna have to learn to live with it. Or vise versa.

You can claw and scratch and bite your way through me all you want,
But you'll never get to shake this rattle. Not now.
Not yet. When I say so.
When you eat your damned mashed peas.
When you nurse the bullet shells.
When you sit in the middle of the mess you made.

You're a beautiful thing, for sure.
But if I let you walk now,
Ride a bike now,
Open the door now...
You're gonna hurt me, and then who'll take care of you?
Every bruise you own blossoms on me. And I get to keep them.

Grow up.
As long as you're
Throwing tantrums at every turn,
I can't talk to you.

You're just so damned cute, though...