Athens, France

She flies to Paris, France, I come down into her childhood bed

And write the words I'll one day wish that I had never said

Now all that I became, must die before the forum thread

The cursed vultures feed, spread the seeded daily bread

And I guess I found out

What it's like

Oh, I am very young

But I am working

Working on the glow up

I am the richest girl in every room

Mainline

To the UE BOOM

They ask me

"Why don't you sing with an English accent?"

Well, I guess it's too late to change it now

In the rural American town fairground

I go around and I go around

It's a great wide gulf between intentions and what ground met me

I check my phone and make the sound

Like theme from Failure

Performed for just you

Like the new road built

Out of Black Country ground

I have learned so little

From all I lost in two thousand and eighteen

I think she's still waiting there for us, somewhere

Underneath what we built to keep the waters clean

It's a one size fits all hardcore cyber fetish, early noughties zine

She sells Matcha shots to pay for printing costs and a PR team

She's recently enlightened and for some reason that phases me

Won't give up, too soft to touch, and how hard could it really be?