i'm sorry that i'm getting chubby
and i cannot always be happy for you
and i am not some lame sorority queen
taking you home to meet my daddy
you collect your trustfund baby
and we'll pretend we're just the same but
i know i know i know i know i know that
the you i show to you is just a lie
that your fucking money cannot buy
you wanna take it but you cannot have it
you don't know what it's like to be alive
but your baseball bat words
carves your initials bloody in my thighs