and I heard you have a new girl

  and I heard that she’s hot.

  I just have some questions

  that I need to know before

  I can move on

  I just need some more closure

  um,

  How’s New York?

  Did you really want me to move with you?

  How’s college?

  Do you love her?

  Does she kiss you?

  Was it something I did

  to make you not want to confide in me?

  Did something happen

  to make you feel like you had to lie to me?

  Did you know we had these problems?

  Or why we were toxic?

  I thought toxic was normal

  that’s just what I grew up with.

  Do you remember spring break?

  or Orlando? or Italy?

  Was I really your first love?

  Were you playing?

  Did you cheat on me?

  I’m in that stage of the breakup

  where I’ve accepted you’re gone

  but I can’t delete a single picture of you off my phone.

  I know it’s been six months

  since we last talked

  but

  this is what I would say

  if I didn’t have you blocked

  the more I try to forget you

  the more I feel lost

  deep down I hope someday

  that our paths will re-cross.

  Shattered is an understatement

  of my heart

  you’ve broken me

  my trust is now a box

  and it’s locked

  no one can open me

  I acted like I moved on

  like I found something real

  but I ended that

  because I needed more time to heal.

  I’m paralyzed

  when I see your eyes

  on every boy I meet

  I fantasize

  about what I’d say

  if I saw you on the street

  I don’t know

  I would probably just stand there frozen cold

  or start to scream and cry

  Or reach for your hand to hold . . .

  Bb, Gm, Dm, C

  Best Friend

  You tell the saddest stories

  that I have ever heard

  Yet you carry around a smile that hides

  that you were ever hurt

  You keep your heart locked up

  not many know the password

  but you’re still the best friend

  that anyone could ask for

  You’re so full of potential

  you have hope for your future

  You make mistakes but you’re able

  to laugh them off like bloopers

  You’ve overcome so much

  I understand that you’re a trooper

  And anyone who meets you

  says ‘I’m so grateful I knew her’

  When I need help,

  you never lend a hand,

  you lend an arm

  You go about your days

  with an unending friendly charm

  You inspire me

  with everything you do

  you raise the bar

  You may not think you’re perfect

  but you’re my best friend as you are

  A, F#m, D, F

  Home

  ‘Who are you seeing right now?’

  he asks,

  just us,

  over dinner,

  two separate checks

  I almost dare to make a joke

  about him being jealous

  but it would hit too close to home.

  ‘The model?’

  he couldn’t have been any ruder.

  ‘The boxer?’

  couldn’t get away from him sooner!

  ‘Then who do you have your heart set on?’

  I swear I saw a glimmer of hope.

  For a split second

  I let my mouth hang open

  as he laughed at his own gentle joke

  in a flash to my mind

  came all of the times

  where we laughed so hard

  there were tears in our eyes

  since I’ve seen your biggest smile

  I just haven’t been the same

  you always call me sunshine

  never by my name

  I’m your biggest fan

  I just want you to succeed

  I want you to be happy

  I just want it to be with me

  I snap back to reality and say

  ‘a guy I met on a plane’

  nothing too attainable

  that could get in his way

  we kind of move on from that

  but the vibe is just not quite the same

  he starts to tell me a funny story

  I can’t really hear

  I can’t focus when his smile stretches

  perfect from ear to ear

  I stare into his eyes

  the colour of neon gemstones

  butterfly wings

  the blue on each side of a rainbow

  I know what you’re thinking

  Peach, goddamnit,

  tell him how you feel

  the thing is I did,

  like three months ago,

  when he still had a girl

  now we often hang out in groups of friends

  seldomly alone

  I have no opportunity

  to look in his eyes

  to tell him he feels like home

  Em, G, Bm, A

  Female Lead

  I’m the female lead,

  I’m female-led

  a female body

  a female head

  I don’t want to hear

  that I talk like a man

  because I am sure

  about the things that I’ve said

  There’s nothing manly about confidence.

  There’s nothing manly about competence.

  My experience and my dominance

  shouldn’t be diminished

  when I’m wearing a dress

  The only difference is documents

  with letters M or F

  And the consequent subconscious oppositeness creates

  hypothesis that are just excuses

  Like men are from Mars and women are from Venus?

  We’re not from another planet

  cause we don’t think with our penis.

  But it’s socially acceptable

  to stomp out uniqueness

  when the prophets profit

  off our sweetness and weakness

  Men are our CEOs and presidents

  role models and heroes

  like Jesus,

  why can’t we ever let a woman think she’s a genius?

  Gm, Eb, Cm, Eb

  Glass

  I feel like glass.

  like I’m a glass vase

  you could see that you broke me

  if you looked me in the face

  even though I’m shattered

  my substance hasn’t altered

  But your perception has

  and that’s your own fault because

  now that you can’t use me anymore

  you say I’ve changed

  you say I’m not the girl I was before

  but I’m still the same

  you think

  because I won’t take

  what you want to put in to me

  that I’m useless now?

  that I’ve lost my validity?

  But I’m still glass

  always have been always will be

  now you can’t mistake

  my beauty for my fragility

  my broken pieces are more danger

  than your ego could ever take

  there’s something so psychotic

  about how you like to watch glass break

  They mean for it to hurt when they say woman.

  F, Am, C, E

  Woman

  I’m there for my friends whenever they call

  but I wear a push-up bra.

  I graduated early top of my class

  but I have a small ass.

  I speak my strong opinions

  I’m a passionate activist

  but that isn’t feminine.

  I’m a talented artist

  I treat people with kindness

  but they don’t like that I’m a feminist.

  I’m a blonde model

  a typical hot girl.

  That’s good enough in their world.

  But when I disagree with them

  or speak without touch?

  Then suddenly I’m too much.

  When I get political

  or do things they thought I couldn’t

  they mean for it to hurt when they say woman.

  When I cry or show emotion

  I become the example

  of how women on their period are fragile.

  I try to be the best version of myself every day

  so why do they judge me on the things I can’t change?

  Is It Pink?

  Is it pink?

  God I’d love to put something in her drink.

  I just used up all my tissues

  Her face is the only issue

  What’s her OnlyFans @

  Wonder where her dad’s at

  I’ll send you a gift

  if you show your tits ;)

  I’m just existing,

  but I guess that’s too risky

  It doesn’t make me feel pretty,

  it makes me shrink.

  Show your belly button

  Show your feet

  How come this hoe won’t post in a bikini?

  You’re a slut

  You’re a prude

  You’re so sexy

  You’re a dude

  Does anybody know where I can find this girl’s nudes?

  Hit the gym

  Eat a burger

  Dressing like that gets you murdered

  I really wish men would just shut up and think

  Before asking me their disgusting pig shit

  like ‘is it pink?’

  This is a song about all the very real and vulgar things men have said to me on TikTok live. I posted this song on TikTok, and was met with about 20 million views, 4 million likes, 50,000 comments, 23 rape threats, 18 death threats, and one comment from a girl who looked just like me when I was 14, who said she thinks this is badass.

  It’s all you need.

  two

  LOVE

  Love Song

  Writing out the dates of our dates with a brief description because

  I don’t ever want to forget them

  thinking how we laid out our takeout on the wing of your car and

  made our own parking lot restaurant

  We’re late to everything, with you time feels extinct,

  your fingerprints left yellow paint on my heart

  Your kisses taste like peppermint when we brush our teeth

  together in the morning,

  you’re everything I wanted and it’s only just the start

  I’ve always wanted to write a love song where everything I say is

  true, and if anyone ever deserved a love song, honey I think it’s you

  Looking up at you from your lap as you drive twice the limit,

  knowing that I won’t forget the image of your face as you laugh at

  the cars that you pass every minute praying that I’ll never have to miss it

  We cling to the moments, right, because no one else knows what

  it’s like to see you look at me wearing an outfit you picked out

  I thought I’d been in love before but this just feels like something

  more I feel sure of you without an ounce of doubt

  Write a love note, to yourself or someone else.

  Oh Yeah,

  I Bet We’ll Work

  Your voice is smooth as sandpaper when you call my name

  I need you like sunscreen during a hurricane

  I’m falling for you softly

  like you’re gravel on an unpaved street

  I’m headed towards you slowly

  like an asteroid in a cosmic fleet

  I swear I’ll love you sweetly

  like a lime squeezed into black coffee

  Yeah I think it’ll work this time

  I’m warming up to you

  like it’s negative ten degrees

  Your ice-blue eyes

  are the perfect source of body heat

  Favourite Body

  I dyed my hair perfectly golden for you

  But my hair looks brown when you turn the lights

  Down in your room

  I bought a necklace I thought you would like

  It’s so delicate, the way that it shines

  You take it off me so softly

  soon as I arrive

  I don’t wear my clothes just so you’ll take them off me

  Are the things you texted me just paste and copy?

  Am I your favourite person or just your favourite body?

  If you’d let me try, I’d be the girl of your dreams

  But when I’m by your side

  All you’ll let me be is pretty

  I’ll Be Your Best Friend

  You can call me up anytime you want

  and tell me that you feel sad

  come over if you’d like to

  I’ll always invite you

  together we’ll feel less bad

  Lay your head down on my chest

  let your teardrops get it wet

  honey I know you need rest

  Anytime you feel fear

  you’re always welcome here

  you’ll always have a friend

  I’m your shoulder, I’m your rock

  When it feels colder we can talk

  Even if you think it’s silly

  I’m here for you really

  ’Til the very end

  No matter how you’re feeling

  If you ever need me

  I’ll be your best friend

  Anytime you feel fear you’re always welcome here you’ll always have a friend.

  Anyways

  you love me after dark

  you love me after parties

  you love me when you’re bored

  you love me when you’re lonely

  I get more from you when there’s no other option

  feel adored by you if there’s no one you’re talking to

  but I love you in a crowded room

  I love you in the afternoon

  the difference is I never get to choose

  when I love you

  I love you when you’re far away

  I love you every fucking day

  how come you get to pick and choose

  when I love you anyways

  anyways

  you answer when I call

  you listen when I talk to you

  I make that enough

  I make it how I need to

  to stay away from you has never been an option

  to get close to you seems impossible to do

  I wanna tell you I love you but it’s pointless

  I wanna beg you to love me but that love will be worthless

  wanna hold you and have you and keep you

  but do I really want to if I have to ask you

  but I love you in a crowded room

  I love you in the afternoon

  the difference is I never get to choose

  when I love you

  I love you when you’re far away

  I love you every fucking day

  how come you get to pick and choose

  and I love you anyways

  anyways

  Heaven

  I got in his car

  he said where should I take you

  and I said heaven

  He said that’s a little far

  how about somewhere we could go together

  He says you’re only really happy when it’s shared

  I say I’m only happy when there’s nobody there

  Anybody could break what I’ve been trying to repair

  He says you’re scared

  I say you’re never really happy when you’re hurt

  He says he’s never heard much truer words

  He says he’s spent a lot more time than me on this earth

  without saying a word

  He’s Not the Guy

  She leaves red lipstick marks on his cheek

  He never leaves them there

  She’s definition of heart on her sleeve

  He doesn’t really care

  She’s posting pictures of him each week

  He doesn’t notice

  She knows he doesn’t observe

  Her perfume on his clothes

  She knows she should live in the moment

  But she loves him most when she’s alone

  He’s her galaxy

  but he’s a fantasy

  He’s only perfect inside of her head

  She’s good at ignoring the things that he’s said

  He is her hero in stories she writes

  He’s not the guy that she has in her mind

  She thinks that he’d do anything for her

  Cause she would for him and that’s how love should work

  And he says he loves her from time to time

  He’s not the guy that she has in her mind

  Avoid Love Until You’re Sure You’re Ready

  I fell in love once

  too early in life

  I saw the world in colour

  everything was bright

  But now it’s all gone back to dark and dull

 

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