Petty Stuff
I think a lot of what would happen
If I got injured or died
Would all of my ex-boyfriends
Get together and cry?
And would that bitch who called me ugly
Way back in the sixth grade
Fall in love and lose herself
In every song I ever made?
And every rich celebrity
In all of L.A.
Who gave me nauseating body dysmorphia
Will feel my pain
Gwyneth Paltrow damaged millions
When she said "fasting rocks!"
Well I liked Gwyneth Paltrow better
When her head was in a box
Call me toxic, call me vain
But you revel in my pain
I'll spend Tuesday at the bars
Wednesday, 90 in my car
'Cause no one can tell me
I'm not good enough (good enough)
Just 'cause I sweat
All the petty stuff (petty stuff)
And if nobody likes my music
I could fall over and cry
But I'll always give a shout-out
To me, myself, and I
'Cause she's my biggest fan
And she's the baddest bitch I know
So I don't care who likes my songs
And I don't care who sees my shows
'Cause it's pointless giving fucks
And if there's one thing I know
It's that I've spent most of my life
Caring so much, with what to show?
I've got anxiety and back pain
And I get high every day
So now that all the time is play time
All I wanna do is play
Call me toxic, call me vain
But you revel in my pain
Thursday roll-up in the park
Friday, walk home after dark
And no one can tell me
I'm not good enough (good enough)
Just 'cause I sweat
All the petty stuff (petty stuff)
When you don't pick up the phone
Oh, the petty stuff
Like when you let me go
Oh, the petty stuff
And you say I should just let go
But I won't
Oh I'll light a fire
And I'll dance in the smoke
(•••)
Call me toxic, call me vain
Lose your conscience in my pain
I'll spend nights in lovers' arms
Or I'll run away to Mars
'Cause no one can tell me
I'm not good enough (good enough)
Just 'cause I sweat
All the petty stuff (petty stuff)
Call me toxic, call me vain
Call me Nihilistic Jane
Call me heartless, call me fake
Call me morally deranged
Call me nasty, call me bored
Call me angry, call me scorned
Call me when your envy's green
Call me when you wanna leave
Call me ruthless, call me strange
Call me any sort of name
I'll spend Sundays in the rain
Live out my Manic Pixie days
So no one can tell me
I'm not good enough
If I got injured or died
Would all of my ex-boyfriends
Get together and cry?
And would that bitch who called me ugly
Way back in the sixth grade
Fall in love and lose herself
In every song I ever made?
And every rich celebrity
In all of L.A.
Who gave me nauseating body dysmorphia
Will feel my pain
Gwyneth Paltrow damaged millions
When she said "fasting rocks!"
Well I liked Gwyneth Paltrow better
When her head was in a box
Call me toxic, call me vain
But you revel in my pain
I'll spend Tuesday at the bars
Wednesday, 90 in my car
'Cause no one can tell me
I'm not good enough (good enough)
Just 'cause I sweat
All the petty stuff (petty stuff)
And if nobody likes my music
I could fall over and cry
But I'll always give a shout-out
To me, myself, and I
'Cause she's my biggest fan
And she's the baddest bitch I know
So I don't care who likes my songs
And I don't care who sees my shows
'Cause it's pointless giving fucks
And if there's one thing I know
It's that I've spent most of my life
Caring so much, with what to show?
I've got anxiety and back pain
And I get high every day
So now that all the time is play time
All I wanna do is play
Call me toxic, call me vain
But you revel in my pain
Thursday roll-up in the park
Friday, walk home after dark
And no one can tell me
I'm not good enough (good enough)
Just 'cause I sweat
All the petty stuff (petty stuff)
When you don't pick up the phone
Oh, the petty stuff
Like when you let me go
Oh, the petty stuff
And you say I should just let go
But I won't
Oh I'll light a fire
And I'll dance in the smoke
(•••)
Call me toxic, call me vain
Lose your conscience in my pain
I'll spend nights in lovers' arms
Or I'll run away to Mars
'Cause no one can tell me
I'm not good enough (good enough)
Just 'cause I sweat
All the petty stuff (petty stuff)
Call me toxic, call me vain
Call me Nihilistic Jane
Call me heartless, call me fake
Call me morally deranged
Call me nasty, call me bored
Call me angry, call me scorned
Call me when your envy's green
Call me when you wanna leave
Call me ruthless, call me strange
Call me any sort of name
I'll spend Sundays in the rain
Live out my Manic Pixie days
So no one can tell me
I'm not good enough
Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Shanblatt, Brea Fournier, Breana Mcdonald, Noah Rosner, Sophia Bondi
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