The butterflies are dead
I've kept their ashes in my chest
For a little bit too long
And now I think they're better spread
And while we're talkin about legs
You should see mine on his couch
But my god it's chicken noodle soup
When he's talking with his mouth
Catching feelings
Uh it's kinda new to me
But hey I'm dealing
Under all this scrutiny
I don't care if it's a phase
I think I like me more these days
(Yeah yeah yeah)
I'm so done
Going by the manuscript
Yeah so what
Put my pride into a Petri dish
Cause I'm 22
And here for it
Living out my narrative
I'm all down for experiments
Oh my
So what's tonight
Serving foam art lattes
And my shift is up at 8
So I'm writing down my number
On receipts to set the bait
And last week I had 3 missed calls
Guess I'm coming out my shell
Cuz I woke up the next morning
In a bed with Annabel
Catching feelings
Uh it's so uncomfortable
But hey I'm dealing
Being this dysfunctional
Can't you read it on my face
I think I like me more these days
(Yeah yeah yeah)
I'm so done
Going by the manuscript
Yeah so what
Put my pride into a Petri dish
Cause I'm 22
And here for it
Living out my narrative
I'm all down for experiments
Oh my
So what's tonight
