How it feels to be loved despite your flaws on your worst day
I won't desert you
I'll hurt those who hurt you
Though we're both stone cold, super high
I'm not like you though
Head space is infernal
And you're not as dead in the eyes
You're a beautiful mess
I'm abundant with stress
But I'm selfish so I don't mind
I'm punching up
The ceiling is stuffed
Dead birdsongs fall from the sky
I must have done something good my past life
'Cause you seem just fine
I must have done something good my past life
Now all I wanna do is be that somebody you like
Fed up with hurdles
My shell pink and purple
But you look right through like it's glass
I'm not the rabbit
I sink in the rapids
When it feels like a race to your heart
You're a beautiful mess
I'm abundant with stress
But I'm selfish so I don't mind
That I'm punching up
The ceiling is stuffed
Dead birdsongs fall from the sky
I must have done something good my past life
'Cause you seem just fine
I must have done something good my past life
Now all I wanna do is be that somebody you like
I must have done something good my past life
Now all I wanna do is be that somebody you like
I must have done something good my past life
Now all I wanna do is be that someone you like
You like
I must have done something good my past life
Now all I want to do is be that somebody you like
I'll hurt those who hurt you
Though we're both stone cold, super high
I'm not like you though
Head space is infernal
And you're not as dead in the eyes
You're a beautiful mess
I'm abundant with stress
But I'm selfish so I don't mind
I'm punching up
The ceiling is stuffed
Dead birdsongs fall from the sky
I must have done something good my past life
'Cause you seem just fine
I must have done something good my past life
Now all I wanna do is be that somebody you like
Fed up with hurdles
My shell pink and purple
But you look right through like it's glass
I'm not the rabbit
I sink in the rapids
When it feels like a race to your heart
You're a beautiful mess
I'm abundant with stress
But I'm selfish so I don't mind
That I'm punching up
The ceiling is stuffed
Dead birdsongs fall from the sky
I must have done something good my past life
'Cause you seem just fine
I must have done something good my past life
Now all I wanna do is be that somebody you like
I must have done something good my past life
Now all I wanna do is be that somebody you like
I must have done something good my past life
Now all I wanna do is be that someone you like
You like
I must have done something good my past life
Now all I want to do is be that somebody you like
Credits
Writer(s): Abigail Knudson
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