Supertragic

I’ve been rocking the boat

Since I sang my first note

All ye who enter, abandon your hope

People say stay away from the truth

Go astray, be aloof

Please speak in metaphors

That is what songs are for

Don’t talk about him, at least use a psuedonym

Don’t criticize really rich people, the church or the steeple

And can’t you see your own reflection in all that you mention?

Everything I sing is so Pornographic, super tragic

Doesn’t know how good she’s had it

Also rich, hypocrite

Vendetta vixen, biased bitch
I know my greatest pain is my greatеst privilege

I was fortunate to gеt fatter from your food

I was lucky to get kissed into good moods

Oh, blessed to be near you at all

Let alone to fall in love

I didn’t have to finesse that boy for money

Cause my demographic’s already got it sunny

I praise Daddy Marx, but my real dad pays my credit card

Still I swear I know the most

I took intro to socEverything I sing is so Pornographic, super tragic

Doesn’t know how good she’s had it

Also rich, hypocrite

Vendetta vixen, biased bitchNo I haven’t had it hard, but still I nurse a broken heart

For years I’ve tried to heal it with art, but I know I’ll never be okay

I still cry about you everyday

I’m Miss Havisham till I go grey

And isn’t this how they rig the game?

Even those winning feel the pain

Cause we’re standing on a staircase and all we can see

Is somebody has it better than me

You’re above Earth in a spaceship, that was far away

I couldn’t stay

But I’m still at the top of the stairs, I win no points for self-aware

But I really do wish this game was fair

Like Baudelaire walking the boulevard…

Everything I sing is so Pornographic, super tragic

Doesn’t know how good she’s had it

Also rich, hypocrite

Vendetta vixen, biased bitch