so lyrically pretentious,
conforming and horrendous,
when it comes to what I say,
Can you believe that I’m not here?
That I’m not functioning for income?
Not learning masochism makes me poor in what i take,
but so rich in what I make,

Cuz I’ve got a life girl,
outside of all these boxes and id show you if you wanted,
cuz you wouldn’t believe,
you wouldn’t believe that,
nothing really matters what we say,

but they got us on a leash,
so everything repeats,

so go ahead and drink your vodka,
run around the park to light ya big one off,
"aint no one gotta tell us how to live our lives!!"
its on tv,
this whole “rebellion"!

i got an ad telling me that i gotta be a better person,
but i got to be honest,
all the things about the face,
(the face she made in like 50 fucking selfies),
fucking self suppressed the shit out of me,
its all fake,
its all empty,
I don’t wanna die in a world that they told me to buy.

A passive face with a scream underneath,
these disposable dreams,
they must define me,
Do I stand for anything in your eyes,
besides a quick little fuck,
or a toy to go buy
all the little things The Little Mermaid said were nice?
It’s a man you can’t replace, who’ll love you everyday…
…in that case, I’m broken.

These bitter stained coffee hands latch on to lovers I’ll never love,
cuz’ Im hopelessly romantic,
but hopelessly unreliable,
and frantic with worry,
I know that’s not desirable,

But I think I’m happy acting a little “crazy" here and there.
But I think its normal.
At least I know me,
despite what they’ll say,
Everything's gonna be okay
Are things gonna be okay?