People are getting tired of me
People are getting tired of me talking about politics
People are getting tired of me
People are getting tired of me talking about my band
I wake up so stressed out
I go to bed so stressed out
But then I see Arianna
And she’s like
Fit les dans

People are getting tired of me
People are getting tired of me taking all the glory
People are getting tired of me
Talking about people getting tired of me
We shouldn’t even be out
I take things all so seriously
But then I see Arianna
And she’s like
Fit les dans

People are getting tired of me
They want to zone out to a sick beat like poolside or caribou
And I hear boy harsher and know there’s no way that I’ll ever be cool
And shout out to Spotify for giving me zero point zero zero zero zero zero zero cents for this stream
Cause I don’t need to eat
I probably just don’t work hard enough
Then I see Arianna
And she’s like
Fit les dans


People are getting tired of me
Screaming that we all live in a collapsing ant colony
And there’s killer hornets and fucking bears with numb chucks
And all these fascists and nobody’s doing anything
And if AOC is too young to be president, isn’t Bernie really to old?
But then I see Ariana
And I see Heidi
And I see Jess and Angelique and Erin and Ami and Aishia
And also the other Erin that I wrote that other song about that made her mad, and I see Jen, and Elli and Carole Ann, they keep it low. Also Nafeesa, freakin love that girl, Sam S, Alex and Kristina, and Charlene, we all need somebody Charlene, Diana, Michelle and Svetlana from Airport, Elektra is so fuckin cool, and I miss Lilly, Kirsten and Crazy Cat, Marissa comes to all our parties, And Shayna, who told me a secret, I have a friend named Yamille, and Emily who introduced us. I have a friend named Tiger. I don’t give a fuck. But anyway. They’re all like
Fit les dans