I think you try hard
I think you need to shut up
But everyone has the right to an opinion
So I'll learn to adjust

I think the world is
messing with me
i accept everyone
but no one accepts me

I want a girlfriend
but every girl who thinks i'm cute
Is really driven
To do all there is to do

i'm just a rain cloud
Expectations are a bore
If you're a socialite
I'm not the girl you're looking for

I think I'm talented
But I don't know when to bring it up
When people bring it up
I feel like it's time to give up

Cause I'm not talented
I only know a couple chords
Instead of learning things
I lie very still at home alone

I stare at my wall
I stare at my feet
I stare at my cat
I stare at my dishes that I haven't washed in a week because
I hate myself too much to wash them because I've let them sit there for days and what kind of fucking person does that and now I can't move and fix the problem because I'm the most pathetic human being on earth and by next week there will be dirty dishes on the counter too...

Sometimes I eat an apple and listen to the smashing pumpkins
And dance in my underwear and everything feels ok
But I have ocd, anxiety, and tunnel vision
Will I become anything or will I just waste away

what's up with punk music
no one agrees on anything
everything is punk music
you're all disappointing

I don't think it's romantic
when my boyfriend writes me poetry
about our souls intertwined
And how I have set him free

Because we're dying
And I'm on welfare
And people are facing
Injustices everywhere

If you love me
You should just shut up and fuck me
Cause life is too rough and
Love is overindulgent
and stuff