I am proud to say, I've been a muse for manipulators
Who write songs about a girl that saves them from the dangers
Of reality and normal life
The picket fence, the stable wife
Because you don't have to mean it when you tell me that you love me
I'll believe it
And I am proud to say that I'm afraid of conversation
You're a nineties playboy, I'm just bows and hesitation
My best friend in high school was a revolving door
Of girls who didn't like themselves, but hated me more
And I am proud to say that I avoided hand foot mouth disease
While it was ravaging my neighborhood like cigarettes and weed
You asked me why I follow every rule all of the time
Then I punched you in the face and I said, "It's your fault, not mine"
And I talk to my therapist about everyone I meet
Cause they think they're insignificant, but they're the world to me
And I hope every living thing gets to be loved someday
I got mud on my favorite shoes and you threw them away
And I am proud to say I found someone who claimed to love me
He didn't mind that I talked too much or that I'm fueled by anxiety
My senior prom dress was kind of a let down
Didn't want people thinking prom was something that I cared about
We got a little wine drunk, and we danced and cried and laughed
One time a boy called me eclectic, wonder what he meant by that
And I have Stockholm syndrome for a house that almost killed me
For a mom who couldn't face the world, who couldn't take care of me
And apparently there's something complex about my PTSD
And I am proud to say I wrote this whole song in hours
Sometimes I like to think that writing fast is my superpower
But sometimes I go too fast, like I'm goddamn lighting McQueen
And I'm sorry for the cars reference but I haven't reached maturity
Drill into my skull and pull my brain out of my head
Put it on a silver platter, bring you breakfast in bed
I sing like I am screaming to a boy who isn't there
So stay with me, and I can write you songs and braid your hair