Parasite

Beam me up, softboi

With your lines about Freud and Jung

Standing in the corner of the party

Laughing at that meme "they don't know I'm a bug"

Have you even fucking lived yet?

Standing at the back of the room, never having any fun

Paraphrasing nasty women

And then forgotten all the context 'cause you never finish them

You're itching

You can really feel it in your blood

Skin crawling

Every single time you see his name pop up

He's wretched

Kitchen full of glasses

Stolen from a two-mile radius

Pint glasses

And a drawer full of out-of-date Valium

The prince of East London

But he lives with his parents out in Islington

Ain't got a car, he's got a skateboard

Proud owner of a DUI at age 19

You're itching

You can really feel it in your blood

Skin crawling

Every single time you see his name pop up

He's wretched

You can really feel it in his love

Heart breaking

Every single time it never feels enough

He's a parasite

But he thinks he's a comedian

You won't be laughing in the morning

When you're trying to find a clinic with a free appointment

Better safe than sorry, girl

Too little, too late, and now you've been burned

But at least you ain't pregnant

He's a parasite in a parasitic world

He's a parasite

He's a parasite

He's a parasite

The boy's a parasite

You're itching

You can really feel it in your blood

Skin crawling

Every single time you see his name pop up

He's wretched

You can really feel it in his love

Heart breaking

Every single time it never feels enough

He's a parasite

A parasite for bad blood

A parasite

He's a parasite for bad blood