I say “I’ve got so many better things” I’ve got nothing you should see me I smoke myself to sleep And blame postmodern things I cant relate Like summer camp and coastal states Like alcohol and coffee beans Dance floors and magazines I think its safe to say I’ve only got myself to blame But boys in swooping haircuts are bringing me down Taking pictures of themselves oh no
Can you hear me, are you listening? This is the sound of my heart breaking. And I hope it’s entertaining. But for me, it’s a bitch. Was it worth it when you slept with him? Did you get it all out of your system?