I Hate Birthdays (Ballad Version)

My makeup settles on the right side of my face

And I think sometimes that it's easier to fake it

My pores don't seem clean

But he looks at me closely

My feminist books or he'll think that I'm posing

And I can't stand it

And I hate birthdays

And I feel guilty for feeling alone

I guess I'll spend another day on my phone

My lipstick never sits right

Cause I don't know how to over-line

My eyebrows need plucking

But I haven't worked in a while

So he pays but I feel bad

I hate eating but I stuff in all that I can

And its nice out, we should go out

But the blinds block the sunlight

He can't see me

Do I look fine? Do I look fine?

And I can't stand it

And I hate birthdays

And I feel guilty for feeling alone

I guess I'll spend another day on my phone

Now I'm drunk again leaving home to piss up

God knows I try to understand

So he waits so patient and I cope with being perceived

Just as buried as I've always been

Always been

And I can't stand it, I hate birthdays, I hate gloomy, I hate slowing

I feel guilty for feeling alone

I guess I'll spend another day on my phone

I guess I'll spend another day on my phone

Now you've planned it

I got tired of waiting

So now I walk the long way home

So I don't spend another day on my phone