Drama Queen
This one goes out to all y'all sad fucks out there
Every morning that I wake
I feel alone and then I take
Way longer to get out of bed
Cause I'm so tired of my head, babe
Tell me why I just despise
The feeling I get at sunrise
Can't describe to you how it feels
I bite my hands nothing is real, eh
My life is bland, I want to feel great
I'm so sick I wanna be a drama queen
Something with a kick
Cold and sweet, bitter and plastic
Cause they don't feel right? How fantastic
I'm so sick I wanna be a drama queen
Something with a kick
Cold and sweet, bitter and plastic
Cause they don't feel right? How fantastic for me
Mm, how fantastic for me
I go to bed, I go to classes
Is this how they control the masses
Capitalism and routine
My oh my that shit is mean love
Therapy ain't done too much
Still floating in and out of touch
Reality's the weirdest thing
I'm drama queen, but it's drama king, eh
We're royalty, but at what cost babe
I'm so sick I wanna be a drama queen
Something with a kick
Cold and sweet, bitter and plastic
Cause they don't feel right? How fantastic
I'm so sick I wanna be a drama queen
Something with a kick
Cold and sweet, bitter and plastic
Cause they don't feel right? How fantastic for me
I'm so sick I wanna be a drama queen
But if I can't pick
I'm so scared with what I've got
It's not much, will I get lost
Oh, I'm so sick yeah I can't be a drama queen
My mind changes quickly
Guess I'll be me 'til I
Dig a grave, hop in, and fucking die
Every morning that I wake
I feel alone and then I take
Way longer to get out of bed
Cause I'm so tired of my head, babe
Tell me why I just despise
The feeling I get at sunrise
Can't describe to you how it feels
I bite my hands nothing is real, eh
My life is bland, I want to feel great
I'm so sick I wanna be a drama queen
Something with a kick
Cold and sweet, bitter and plastic
Cause they don't feel right? How fantastic
I'm so sick I wanna be a drama queen
Something with a kick
Cold and sweet, bitter and plastic
Cause they don't feel right? How fantastic for me
Mm, how fantastic for me
I go to bed, I go to classes
Is this how they control the masses
Capitalism and routine
My oh my that shit is mean love
Therapy ain't done too much
Still floating in and out of touch
Reality's the weirdest thing
I'm drama queen, but it's drama king, eh
We're royalty, but at what cost babe
I'm so sick I wanna be a drama queen
Something with a kick
Cold and sweet, bitter and plastic
Cause they don't feel right? How fantastic
I'm so sick I wanna be a drama queen
Something with a kick
Cold and sweet, bitter and plastic
Cause they don't feel right? How fantastic for me
I'm so sick I wanna be a drama queen
But if I can't pick
I'm so scared with what I've got
It's not much, will I get lost
Oh, I'm so sick yeah I can't be a drama queen
My mind changes quickly
Guess I'll be me 'til I
Dig a grave, hop in, and fucking die
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Writer(s): Lauren Mcgregor
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