feeling childishWhen you draw tattoos on my forearmPop bubblegum

know I'm impatientBite your tongue or I'll do it

days are comin', if no one told youI hate

friends call me a loser 'cause I'm still hanging

tengo cuernos en las paredesPero sí que sé llamadas

God, I'm strugglingSend me a prophecyPeople have been saying

meet you for dinner at the Italian place, it'sWhere

The window is open!So's that door!I didn't know they did that

It's fine, it's coolYou can say that we are nothing, but

fine, it's coolYou can try to name our feelings

it on the internetWheels turning in my headThink back

Chappell Roan & Dan was your stomachYou 1:

youI just had to be someone newI just had

we go againEverything is fineI guess you could pretend

know you wanted me to stayBut I can't ignore

thought that everybody gets olderBut I guess that's not

saw your green hairBeauty mark next to your mouthThere

hate it here, In my roomStuck inside, re-imagining youI

da-da-da I told you how much I think

not the sameSaturday’s a video gameMonday is mundaneTuesday hits