Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
allie cuva
Vocals
Caro Armstrong
Vocals
Maxwell Zikakis
Bass
Patrick Freeman
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
allie cuva
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
allie cuva
Producer
Caro Armstrong
Co-Producer
Maxwell Zikakis
Co-Producer
Patrick Freeman
Co-Producer
Jacob Cuva
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Pink monitor on your wrist
Check your heart rate- you can't resist
The city's filthy but it's fun
I feel guilty being this dumb
Keep it real, but in a fake way
Cry your heart out to an 808
Dance yourself clean with a tummy ache
In a loud bar on the first date
Citric acid is the new black
Zero sugar, we have all the facts
I'm a faggot in a camo hat
Eating fascists for breakfast
Do not disturb, do not disturb
Do not disturb, I'm in my own world
Do not disturb, do not disturb
Do not disturb, this material girl
I wanna live free and work from home
In just a band tee, full pooh-bear mode
I'm 29, with some questions
How do the transphobes get into heaven?
I need to microdose, more common sense
And dial back, on the fake British accents
When i get stoned, i get paranoid
That I'm a murderer who's never been employed
I used to write songs about nothing
So afraid of who i was becoming
You mean well, you mean well but
You mean well, but not well enough
You mean well, you mean well but
You mean well, but not well enough
You mean well, you mean well but
You mean well, but not well enough
You mean well, you mean well but
You mean well, but not well enough
I hope you're doing well and everything is fine
And everyone you love is on your side
If there's a tear in the fabric of spacetime
We should catch up, over FaceTime
Written by: allie cuva

