boho babe

What makes you think I wanna talk right now
You're so good at making me feel inadequate
All the anxiety that you cause me when you
Look my way you're triggering my insecurities
Maybe rooted in my jealousy

Burn me to the second degree
When you're spillin' all of my tea
Couldn't be more happy to see
You pickin' out a medal for me

So call me second best
If you decide to call
If you decide to call at all

Backhand compliment
I know what you really meant
Crocheted boho babe
Crystals always get you laid

A disingenuous house of cards
Your words they fall apart
A pity fiddle for all the scars
I see you for what you are

Burn you to the second degree (burn me to the second degree)
When I'm spillin' all of your tea (when you're spillin' all of my tea)
I couldn't be more happy to see (couldn't be more happy to see)
You pickin' out a medal for me

So call me second best
If you decide to call
If you decide to call
So call me second best
If you decide to call
If you decide to call at all



Credits
Writer(s): Raquel Esmeralda Marcial
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