Chipped nail polish
Been frail all of my life
There ain't no debating, they hate me on sight
Stay home all day, I don't play with my mind
Play nice, be the good person
Woodpeckers chirping like du-du-du-du-du
No sense of purpose, I don't know what to do
So I spend a lot of minutes in my room
Pissing my existence away
Given into mental illness, what's new
Is there anything I've written
A single feeling not witnessed
By any kid born in the last few
Our motto is "don't have to"
Blame it all on the baby boom
While they hate us 'cause our faces glued
'Less we're tryna locate the snooze
Start our day at noon
To the sound of
Woodpeckers chirping like du-du-du-du-du
No sense of purpose, I don't know what to do
Woodpeckers chirping like du-du-du-du-du
No sense of purpose, I don't know what to do
Like, who the f*ck are you?
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Chipped nail polish
Been frail all of my life
There ain't no debating, they hate me on sight
Stay home all day, I don't play with my mind
Play nice, be the good person
Woodpeckers chirping like du-du-du-du-du
No sense of purpose, I don't know what to do
So I spend a lot of minutes in my room
Pissing my existence away
Given into mental illness, what's new
Is there anything I've written
A single feeling not witnessed
By any kid born in the last few
Our motto is "don't have to"
Blame it all on the baby boom
While they hate us 'cause our faces glued
'Less we're tryna locate the snooze
Start our day at noon
To the sound of
Woodpeckers chirping like du-du-du-du-du
No sense of purpose, I don't know what to do
Woodpeckers chirping like du-du-du-du-du
No sense of purpose, I don't know what to do
Like, who the f*ck are you?
Been frail all of my life
There ain't no debating, they hate me on sight
Stay home all day, I don't play with my mind
Play nice, be the good person
Woodpeckers chirping like du-du-du-du-du
No sense of purpose, I don't know what to do
So I spend a lot of minutes in my room
Pissing my existence away
Given into mental illness, what's new
Is there anything I've written
A single feeling not witnessed
By any kid born in the last few
Our motto is "don't have to"
Blame it all on the baby boom
While they hate us 'cause our faces glued
'Less we're tryna locate the snooze
Start our day at noon
To the sound of
Woodpeckers chirping like du-du-du-du-du
No sense of purpose, I don't know what to do
Woodpeckers chirping like du-du-du-du-du
No sense of purpose, I don't know what to do
Like, who the f*ck are you?
Writer: Leah Wilson
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