meow meow meow meow meow

last night you had that dream again

the one where you try and run from your fears

but you can't because you're wearing fabulous stilettos

if i were the boss of you

i'd make you get out of my head for good

but i'm not

so when this ship sinks

i'll have the comfort of knowing i wasn't in charge

i don't want to write a song

i want to write a will in which you get nothing from me

all i am is a kid in my mother's closet looking for an excuse to say

this doesn't hurt