Air-drying our sheets
Covering our gender with an oversized fleece
Listening to records that meant something probably
When we were 23 and horny
Smiling with our teeth
Habitually repeating I'm a bad bitch, please
Us having no money was so * funny
It never got tired or boring
I'm holding on holds of an adult-sized medium
The 20-year-old me still in here
I'm waking up to a dream sequence Sometimes I can't see me in it
Was it a sip of white or Aperol?
I remember everything and nothing at all
I'm waking up to a dream
sequence
Sometimes I can't see me in it
Was any of it worth it after all?
Is my reflection someone else's or stolen?
But if it's mine, can I still keep it?
If I can't see me in it?
Is your honor's skin?
We were just at Beecher's with a guy to get in
Sweating out a fever with our latest
imprint Then walking to the after-party
Or on the other side Of cherry
-flavored Chapstick, there's some
Grayish highlights Reminding me that nobody runs faster than time
It's heartbreaking every issue
It's sinking in, I'm sinking in, I'm sinking
I'm holding on holds of an adult-sized
medium I really don't know how I got here
I'm waking up to a dream sequence
Sometimes I can't see me in it
Was it a sip of white or Aperol?
Sometimes I can't see me in it Was any of it worth it after all?
Is my
reflection someone else's or stolen?
But if it's mine, can I still keep it?
If I can't see me in it?
I can't see me in it Try hard,
Icon,
Sunday morning,
Superbowl
Was it luck or something?
Was it luck or something?
I remember it all And I remember nothing
How did we get here?
Was it luck or something?