TRACK_performativeboy.error

Glad you boys worked it out on the remix

Fighting for my attention when I was just the QRS interval for your masculinity

It really was just the three of us back in the day

Until he cursed you for playing with his favorite toy

God you love a manic pixie girl

Maybe that’s why you suffocated on the guitar strings of my grunge records

Cereal cheater, milk sour like your face card, eaten with a little spoon

Still riding Alexander Street’s dick

Reporting it back to your cult leader

Like a docile woman so he can push you down

Side guy aesthetic,

Not enough eye contact syndrome

Future academy winner!

You’re lucky if you even get a law and order appearance

Your best role is the clown in the mirror

Kicking it back with the Mr. Dependent Variable

Putting all the blame on my XX chromosome

Calling me hateful for healing away from you

At least I’m not still chasing orange oakleaves in a field