In trying our sheets, covering our gender
With an oversized fleece, listening to records
That meant something probably
When we were twenty three and horny
Smiling with our teeth, habitually repeating
"I'm a bad bitch, please"
Was having no money so fucking funny?
We never got tired of boring

I'm holding on holes of an adult size medium
The twenty year old me is still in here
I'm waking up to a dream sequence
Sometimes I can't see me in it

Was it a sip of wine or Aperol?
I rеmember evеrything and nothing at all
I'm waking up to a dream sequence
Sometimes I can't see me in it
Was any of it worth it after all? (Oh-oh)
Is my reflection someone else's story?
But if it's mine, can I still keep it
If I can't see me in it?

Texture on our skin, we were just the bleachers
With a die to get in
Sweating out a fever with our latest imprint
Then walk into the afterparty
You're on the other side of cherry-flavored chapstick
With some grayish highlights
Reminding me that nobody runs faster than time
It's heartbreaking and reassuring
It's sinking in, I'm sinking in, I'm sinking

I'm holding on holes of an adult size medium
I really don't know how I got here
I'm waking up to a dream sequence
Sometimes I can't see me in it

Was it a sip of wine or Aperol? (Aperol)
I remember everything and nothing at all (Remember nothing)
I'm waking up to a dream sequence
Sometimes I can't see me in it
Was any of it worth it after all? (After all)
Is my reflection someone else's story?
But if it's mine, can I still keep it (Still keep it)
If I can't see me in it?

Try-hards, icons, Sunday morning Super Bowls
Turn-ons, tampons, edibles and bloated calls
I remember it all and I remember nothing
How did we get here? Was it luck or something?
Was it luck?
I remember it all and I remember nothing
How did we get here? Was it luck or something?
Was it luck or something?