Poisoned, can't look fresh,
get out of your head, or you'll get embarrassed
Sit on the bench, stuck in your dress,
Nobody noticed when you're impressed,
Stuck on your hair, nobody cares,
We're so fucking pretentious
Let's make more bad impressions
What's there to know about me?
I'm fancy, come and try to own me
you know you can't throw me
Boys think I look fresher
Guess that's who I hate after
Cause I'm soft like a feather
Wearing hot like leather,
He's gonna take me to heaven
He used to think I was funny
The vomit on my shoes is chunky
I know she's pretty good at punching
Don't talk to her before she's all of me
I'm still loud and loud and loud
Shut my mouth, my mouth, my mouth
I hate that sound, the sound, the sound
Boys think I look fresher
Guess that's why he left ya
Cause I'm soft like a feather
He's gonna take me to heaven
Oh, baby, I am your suffering
Cause you are better than me
Boys think you look fresh
Boys think you look fresh
Then you get em barrassed