For a week I've been swallowing pills with
The water with the drops, it looks like there's oil
For four weeks I've been throwing myself into bed
It feels like it rejects me, it feels like it hates me
For eight weeks I've been f*cking reluctantly
Porn disgusts me, I feel like I'm in menopause
For sixteen weeks I've been eating in secret
Staying locked in the bathroom, like, even for hours
Twenty-four weeks, for f*ck's sa–
I feel like a zombie, it's like I'm popping fen'
For sixty-eight weeks I haven't talked to my dad
And I feel better for it, yeah, bro, I think: 'Thank god'
For a whole lifetime you've felt sorry for me
But what about you to me?
But what about you to me?
For a whole lifetime I've been thinking for you
But what about you to me?
But what about you to me?
Everyone takes credit for me
Everyone makes money from my troubles
Everyone wants to get in my jeans
They treat f*cking me like it's an experience
These dancers who slide into my DMs
Want the M between their tits
Baby, I hope you only want sex from me
Because I don't have enough budget for the tour
They tell me I'm a victim of myself
But I don't have that much power over myself
I have a gravitational field, I don't have a p*ssy
If he gets me pregnant, the kid's head can't get out
These dancers who slide into my DMs
These dancers who slide into my DMs
Want the M between their tits
Want the M between their tits