A manic pixie dream girl, what goes up must come down
I was absolutely norm core, heard that term thrown around
I was saying I was straight edge, like a straight edge razorblade
Like it cuts, to the head, to the skull, to the face
To the bone, to the skin, to the heart, to the rage, to the rage
I was intellectually eager with a dream dashed for my fame
I was narcissistically ego with a downcast view of shame
I was hopelessly romantic with a blind eye towards decay
Like a boat, in the rain, with a hull waterlogged
Let it rot, let it crack, let it sink, let it drain, let it drain
An agender asexual unapologetically queer
A homophobic hero, cast dispersions in the mirror
A bedridden depressive, a failed business disgrace
The inspiring leader, tech will be your saving grace
Like a bot, like a cache, like a queue, like a snake
In the dash, in the wheels, in the road, like a brake
Like it cuts, to the head, to the skull to the face
To the bone, to the skin, to the heart to the rage
Like a boat, in the rain with a hull waterlogged
Let it rot, let it crack, let it sink let it drain
Like a bot, like a cache, like a queue, like a snake
In the dash in the wheels, in the road, like a brake, like a brake