Fuck
Hands pressed to your thighs as if you could protect
Them from the thoughts that you've had that conspire against them
Even though you need them to get by
Last chance, be a kid with a cereal box
Had a dream in your head but you woke up and lost it
And you only get a few more candles
Before you're too old to try again
To be a wreck
To get the sympathy of friends who see that you're not there yet
But they say that you'll get there
And then all of a sudden you're a bad liar
'Cause you said that it will get better
But all of a sudden it's a trashfire
And you can't put it out, can't put it out
All of a sudden you're a hard stitch
The things you thought you wanted
All of a sudden you're a hot mess
And you can't sweat it out, can't sweat it out
Oh, oh, oh
Gets tough being young
But you do it for kicks
Kinda hate how it taste
But you eat it with chopsticks
Existentialist
You wanna know what all of this is
Four more months
It's just a season
Cut your loss
You'll start to think that
Things you have are things you lose
It's normal but it's not the truth
And all of a sudden you're a bad liar
'Cause you said that it will get better
But all of a sudden it's a trashfire
And you can't put it out, can't put it out
All of a sudden you're a hard stitch
The things you thought you wanted
All of a sudden you're a hot mess
And you can't sweat it out, can't sweat it out
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
And all of a sudden you're a bad liar
All of a sudden it's a trashfire
But if anybody treats you like a hazard
You're the one with your thumb on the lighter
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