I think that we both probably know What they're gonna say when we get home And I know that I'm a piece of shit But I'm trying to make peace with it I know that you might think it's dumb But all I am to you is a girlcrush We went to some club on Brunswick Street Where we spent a hundred bucks on two drinks each And some asshole boy went through my coat To see if I could spare some coke But we left early, holding hands In the backseat of a taxi cab And you said you'd walk me to my door Or the mattress on my bedroom floor I know that you might think it's dumb But all I am to you is a girlcrush And I know that you might think it's dumb But you know me more than anyone In my north side backyard getting drunk On cheap cider from the supermarket You lean in and whisper that You've wanted this since we first met And you tell me that I'm good enough As you take my Pavement T-shirt off And your flight leaves at 6am And it's already 3am But if you want to stay the night You can crash here like a Qantas flight And I know that I'm a piece of shit But I'm trying to make peace with it I know that you might think it's dumb But all I am to you is a girlcrush