Girl

I seek it steadily, fresh out of clarity

There's a through line threading you

To me, an inner stitch

Reverse psychology

Needle eye and pull it through

Backtrack, break seams back to you

I'm sewing circles 'round the room

You're dumb off hook on ketamine

And I'm on the phone on 17

We're walking ads for apathy

From month-to-month lease fever dreams

It's small-town aristocracy

It's abandoned malls and theater seats

I know you and you know me

Now we'll get to the bottom of it

Are you feeling guilty?

I don't care, I know you're better than this

You're guilty

Now we'll get to the bottom of it

Now we'll get to the bottom of it

You're guilty

You're guilty

You're guilty

You're guilty