The Period Song (voice memo)

Look at me, closely
Look at me, closely stare at my reflection
I'm a little underwhelming, you should take me in by fractions
Maybe half of my face, an eighth of my body, some of my hair, just to prepare
For a thunderstorm, triathlon of questionable menstrual problems

'Cause I'm barely hanging on to my pants
My bowels' in distress
Shout out to my ex, who doesn't really exist
My skin's a mess, my hair is falling
All my problems are here, I feel so ugly
I'm not having sex, no I just can't relax
My period is here, the sky is falling

Started the day with blood in my pants
Ended the day with blood on my hands
I might have stabbed the boy who thinks sanitary pads are dirty
There's a reason why they're called sanitary pads
They have to be fucking clean, 'cause we put them at our vag

'Cause I'm barely hanging on to my pants
My bowels' in distress
Shout out to my ex, who doesn't really exist
My skin's a mess, my hair is falling
All my problems are here, I feel so ugly
I'm not having sex, no I just can't relax
My period is here, the sky is falling

Down, down down
Down, down, down
I sleep 18 hours a day
Moving feels like a muscle ache
I sleep too much and I cry all day
The PMS never goes away
If it does, I'm pregnant
If it doesn't, I'm stagnant
It's just blood, just blood, lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of blood

'Cause I'm barely hanging on to my pants
My bowels' in distress
Shout out to my ex, you better not exist
My skin's a mess, my hair is falling
All my problems are here, I feel so ugly
I'm not having sex, no I just can't relax
My period is here
The sky is falling
Down