1. She flies to Paris, France, I come down in 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 and 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 'round and I go 'round

    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 2018
    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 fazes me
    It won't give up
    Too soft to touch
    And how hard could it really be

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