Claw Machine (feat. Phoebe Bridgers)

I saw the TV glow, I

I'm in the eighth grade

Sending grown men grainy photos

Of my ribcage

My bedroom has no door, so

I can never close 'em

I paint the ceiling black so I don't notice

When my eyes are open

I paint the ceiling black so I don't notice

When my eyes are open

And somewhere south of Tallahassee

A teenage boy with a summer job

He's driving grown men around a golf course

He's going home to a manicured lawn

And digging holes in his manicured lawn

I think I was born bored

I think I was born blue

I think I was born wanting more

I think I was born already missing you

Ooh, ooh-ooh

But my heart is like a claw machine

Its only function is to reach

It can't hold on to anything

No I can't hold on to anything

When my best friend started driving

We never went to class

The worst part of the car crash was

Talking to her dad

I said I wasn't scared

But I was faking it

You know it's a mistake

When it's me who was making it

It's always the wrong thing

When it's me who's saying it