Old Money

RL sweaters and eight zeroes in your bank account

Have those summer plans we like to fake about

And smiling’s out of style since they shot John Kennedy

You never miss a beat (ay ay)

Yeah the playbooks clear, you only have to play the part

Like an actress on a stage, you’ve known it from the start

Get a red brick school, the polo sticks, Italian suits

Funny, no one ever asked whether they suited you

So you got the purse that grandma wore when she was young

But Coco Chanel can’t help when you have to hold your tongue

And the weekends at the beach house would have been so fun

But momma never missed a beat (yeah)

You wish you hadn’t known area codes when people called

Yeah the 310s, the 202s, the 818s

Cuz no one ever texts who’d be there if you lost it all

You’re old money pretty

So you’re old money sad

You wonder when you’re lonely

Is it worth all you have

And you know you should be thankful for all you have

Thankful and say no more

But you wanna run out that door, yeah

You wanna run

Wanna wanna run (ay ay)

Wanna wanna run

Wanna wanna run (ay ay)

Wanna wanna run (ay ay)

Wanna wanna run (ay ay)

Wanna wanna run (ay ay)

You’re old money pretty

So you’re old money sad

You wonder when you’re lonely

Is it worth all you have

You’re old money pretty

So you’re old money sad

You wonder when you’re lonely

Is it worth all you

(wonder, wonder, wonder)