Baixar Mais Tocadas: letras de Phoebe Bridgers

I’ve been running around in circles / Pretending to be myself / Why would somebody do this on purpose / When they could do something else?

If you were a teacher, I would fail your class / Take it over and over till you noticed me / If you were a waiting room, I would never see a doctor / I would sit there with my first aid kit and bleed

Someday I’m gonna live in your house up on the hill / And when your skinhead neighbor goes missing / I’ll plant a garden in the yard then / They’re gluing roses on a flatbed

I hate you for what you did / And I miss you like a little kid / I faked it every time but that’s alright / I can hardly feel anything

I hate living by the hospital / The sirens go all night / I used to joke that if they woke you up / Somebody better be dying

I’m not afraid of anything at all / Not dying in a fire, not being broke again / I’m not afraid of living on a fault line / ‘Cause nothing ever shakes me, nothing makes me cry

If you were a teacher, I would fail your class / Take it over and over till you noticed me / If you were a waiting room, I would never see a doctor / I would sit there with my first aid kit and bleed

Everything disgusting, conversation is so boring / Heard about what? / I hate her, I don’t agree, I did it first / I give a fuck

Georgia / Georgia, I love your son / And when he gets older, he might be the one / He might be the one

You asked to walk me home / But I had to carry you / And you pushed me in / And now my feet can’t touch the bottom of you