Bury Your Name
Two days in and I'm tired of living clean
Got a mean streak in my jeans, if you know what I mean
I killed him if I'm being honest
Count on god to break a promise
Now I've got this corpse to hide
Do you think Jekyll? Mrs. Hyde?
I'm going where no man can follow
Open up the earth and swallow
Bury your name
What a cliché
Smile kid, you're the joke of the day
Bury your name
Fuck what they say
Don't gotta be fixed, don't gotta be okay
Bury your name
What a cliché
Trans girl rockin' in the USA
Bury your name
Fuck what they say
Gotta live long enough to make them pay
We all die, we just put our own spin on it
Eat shit, fat lip, kiss the firmament
I've never been pretty or patient
But most things I can get away with
If I sell a simple story
Cut myself up, nice and gory
Press a flower in the pages
Carve a thirst the worst assuages
Are you for real
What's your deal
Did you clear your plate, cuz it's your last meal
Are you for real
What's your deal
Don't hesitate if it's how you feel
Bury your name
What a cliché
Smile kid, you're the joke of the day
Bury your name
Fuck what they say
Don't gotta be fixed, don't gotta be okay
Bury your name
What a cliché
Trans girl rockin' in the USA
Bury your name
Fuck what they say
Gotta live long enough to make them pay
Got a mean streak in my jeans, if you know what I mean
I killed him if I'm being honest
Count on god to break a promise
Now I've got this corpse to hide
Do you think Jekyll? Mrs. Hyde?
I'm going where no man can follow
Open up the earth and swallow
Bury your name
What a cliché
Smile kid, you're the joke of the day
Bury your name
Fuck what they say
Don't gotta be fixed, don't gotta be okay
Bury your name
What a cliché
Trans girl rockin' in the USA
Bury your name
Fuck what they say
Gotta live long enough to make them pay
We all die, we just put our own spin on it
Eat shit, fat lip, kiss the firmament
I've never been pretty or patient
But most things I can get away with
If I sell a simple story
Cut myself up, nice and gory
Press a flower in the pages
Carve a thirst the worst assuages
Are you for real
What's your deal
Did you clear your plate, cuz it's your last meal
Are you for real
What's your deal
Don't hesitate if it's how you feel
Bury your name
What a cliché
Smile kid, you're the joke of the day
Bury your name
Fuck what they say
Don't gotta be fixed, don't gotta be okay
Bury your name
What a cliché
Trans girl rockin' in the USA
Bury your name
Fuck what they say
Gotta live long enough to make them pay
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Writer(s): Jupiter Zirkua
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