Doing Damage

Yeah

Laugh now, cry later

I do both in the mirror

With eyeliner on fire

I walk in late like the power went out

Black boots, bad mood,

big mouth Smile like a knife in a birthday cake

Heart full of shit I can’t sedate I don’t need peace,

I need volume Need bass in the walls of my old room

Need a shrink, a drink,

and a smoke break Fake little halo with a headache Trailer-park banshee

with a cracked screen Gas-station queen in a bad dream Talk sweet?

Nah, I chew through wires Spit sparks in the booth till the

floor catches fire I’m not crazy,

I’m seasoned

Got issues with reasons

Got demons with leases

And they eat what I’m feeling

Everybody wants the cute sad girl Till she starts yelling back Everybody

loves a breakdown Till she makes it slap

I’m a mascara Molotov Crying with the lighter on

Tell me I’m too much Baby,

you ain’t wrong

I’m a car crash sing-along Pretty little ticking bomb

I don’t fall in love

I just go off

Yeah, I go off Yeah,

I go off

Pretty little ticking bomb

I don’t fall in love I just go off

I got jokes

so dark they need headlights Mouth like a dogfight at midnight Been

broke, been ghosted, been lied to Now

I bite like I’m paid to

Ex said, “Baby, you’re dramatic” No shit,

Shakespeare with a bad habit I make panic look cinematic Then cry

in the bathroom, automatic I’m a mess in fishnets,

stress in my chest Lip gloss venom,

no time for rest I explode on tracks,

then crawl through the wreckage Turn every scar into a curse word

message

I’m loud cause silence tried to bury me first I laugh cause

crying made my makeup worse I curse cause prayers got stuck in

reverse And I rap like I’m suing the universe

Everybody wants the wild sad girl Till she cuts through the act

Everybody loves a monster

Till the monster talks back

I’m a mascara Molotov Crying with the lighter on

Tell me I’m too much Baby,

you ain’t wrong

I’m a car crash sing-along Pretty little ticking bomb

I don’t fall in love

I just go off

Yeah, I go off Yeah,

I go off Pretty little ticking bomb

I don’t fall in love I just go off

Maybe I’m loud cause nobody listened Maybe I’m mean cause I learned

it from missing Maybe my punchlines are stitches and bruises Maybe I’m

scared if I’m soft,

then I’ll lose it So I paint on a grin and I

sharpen the joke Put rage in the chorus and pain in the

smoke If I’m too much,

good, then remember my name I was never the match,

I was already flame

I’m a mascara Molotov Crying with the lighter on

Tell me I’m too much Baby,

you ain’t wrong

I’m a car crash sing-along Pretty little ticking bomb

I don’t fall in love

I just go off

Laugh now, cry later

I do both in the mirror

With eyeliner on fire