Lyrics

Maybe I'm the one making the kids fat
I thought I'd be fat first so I'm pretty happy about that
And I don't feel as bad as I should
And maybe that's why I'm glad for performative guilt
What do you think I'm gunna be like when I'm 50
I think I'll look the part
I don't think I'll stomach it easily
The best part of my years will make my patience wear thin
So I'll just spend the rest
Cataloguing my sins
Boredom you wouldn't write
Boredom will not let go
Boredom you wouldn't write
Boredom will not let go
Boredom you wouldn't write
Boredom will not let go
Boredom you wouldn't write
Boredom will not let go
A pale imitation of my own decision
And I feel a fissure between my head and my body
A leak in my honesty
All eyes are upon me
A pale imitation of my own decision
A pale imitation of my own decision
And I feel a fissure between my head and my body
A leak in my honesty
All eyes are upon me
A pale imitation of my own decision
Written by: Anton Mocock, Cal Francis, Caleb Remnant, Jack Looker, Sam Evans
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