This the type of shit I can't even tell to my diary
I want that shit in me, want it violently
Two drinks deep and in like three layers of irony
Crashing out online, I've been trying crash dieting
And it's another Hot Girl Summer I'm staying inside, whore
I'm optimizing my cortex, my inner core
Like maybe if I did a little bit more
Truth could get inconvenient for these bitches, Al Gore
Rhythm is a dancer, you should tip her, I mean tap her
Bad at sex work, but I still tried and that's what matters
Took a left turn, no gods, no masters
Except the one for alcoholics says my local chapter
Hi, my name is Sophie, and the lore is like a Bible (Bitch!)
I do not remember what happened but I got the title (Yeah!)
I do not remember what happened but I got the title
Like I said day after your niece's dance recital
It's a recital. It's, it's not a competition
Everything's a competition when you're a winner
Ya-ta-ta-ta-ta, I dance on that bitch
Ya-ta-ta-ta-ta, I dance on that
Ya-ta-ta-ta-ta, I dance in this bitch
Ya-ta-ta-ta-ta, I dance in this
My greatest opp is an overdeveloped sense of shame
And I keep winning I guess
Congratulations on embarrassing yourself once again
What do you want from me?
What do you want? What did you ever want?
Like who are you honestly?
I relate to old men and small children
And anyone who's visibly high
That's my sister, we're just getting by
That's my mister, life has passed us by
I'm an empath, I can put the 'I' in any situation
Burning brain cells, I heard sex sells, I heard sex smells
I have not touched someone else the whole calendar
Rehab didn't work, but I still think that it was valuable
Sorry that I ruined things, I couldn't keep it casual
I forgot how to be intimate (Yeah!)
One time my doctor intimated I was impotent (Yeah!)
I told the spoken word group at the last round of auditions (Yeah!)
And then cackled like a bird who had just swallowed an amphibian (Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha!)
Sink or swim, I'm floating every time though
If I catch 'em on the stage it's dead upon arrival
If I catch you on the stage it's dead upon arrival
Like they said day after your niece's dance recital
Ya-ta-ta-ta-ta, I dance on that bitch
Ya-ta-ta-ta-ta, I dance on that
Ya-ta-ta-ta-ta, I dance in this bitch
Ya-ta-ta-ta-ta, I dance in this
I'm a complicated character
I'm an unreliable narrator
Sometimes I do things just because they're really terrible
Put me on a pedestal, I'll come back down to terrorize you
Theorizing what the fuck is wrong with me
Every diagnosis, can I just get a lobotomy?
Magnum opus 'boutta be my place in pop psychology
This is suicidal ideation mixed with sodomy
Back the fuck off of me
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