Lucky Girl Syndrome

I don't know where the bitterness starts All I know is I take it too far It's an over-reaching maturity thing And I'm so sick and tired of it I get high even when I'm alone Waste time kicking pebbles and stones Wondering if reptiles can get depressed while I start the microwave oven And what comes of it? And what comes of it? I get mad when I wanna feel seen Say things that I really don't mean It's a self-inflicted predisposition And I'm so unimpressed by it I get sad over being compared Feel bad 'cause I know it's unfair Grappling with privilege while doing dishes In almost absolute quiet Yeah, you should try it Yeah, you should try it (yeah) I'm such a lucky girl Southeast, daydream, living in My own world Real jeans, straight teeth, God-given If there's nothing to cry about What am I unsatisfied with now I don't think I've ever felt so dumb It's lucky girl syndrome Never felt so dumb (yeah) Never felt so young (oh) I desire what I know I can't be Get tired 'cause I know it's on me Arguing with patience and expectations Like I'm some kind of trend-setter I get loud when I want to get free Feel proud when the lights are on me Gonna throw a tantrum like it's my anthem Until I choose to get better In big block letters (guess I'm such a go-getter) I'm such a lucky girl Southeast, daydream, living in My own world Real jeans, straight teeth, God-given If there's nothing to cry about What am I unsatisfied with now I don't think I've ever felt so dumb I'm such a lucky girl Southeast, daydream, living in My own world Real jeans, straight teeth, God-given If there's nothing to cry about What am I unsatisfied with now I don't think I've ever felt so dumb It's lucky girl syndrome