Blackout

It's a self-loathing ache, it's pathetic how little it takes
To flatter me
What kind of feminist saint would go back to that pain
And tell you she needs you? You'll put me to shame
While you flatter me
'Cause I really hate, hate that I'm formed
To feel all the shame from a world that has made me
For flattery

Ho-oh, oh-oh, oh
Ho-oh
Ho-oh, oh-oh, oh
Ho-oh

I'm not proud of the things I said
I'm not proud that I told you the truth then
But I'll pretend the alcohol just hit me too hard
To remember anything that I said
And I fucking hate, hate that you want me
I've waited four years for this
And you strike while I'm happy

Ho-oh, oh-oh, oh
Ho-oh
Ho-oh, oh-oh, oh
Ho-oh

I'll just say that I blacked out
The words I'll just wash down
'Cause it's a world that's made for you
I'm tired and I'm burnt out
I'm ash on the ground now
I'm doing all I'll ever do

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh

Ho-oh, oh-oh, oh
Ho-oh
Ho-oh, oh-oh, oh
Ho



Credits
Writer(s): Julia Rusyniak
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