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Phone on ten percent,
face in the blue-light glow,
Reading the same old texts from three years ago.
Purple eyeshadow looking feral and chic,
We haven't washed our favorite oversized hoodie in a week!
Fresh tomatoes and arugula for the aesthetic lunch,
Pretending we have our entire lives together in a bunch.
Skechers sandals sliding on for the grocery run,
Because comfort is an art form and we won!
{sparkling hyperpop synth stabs,
crisp 808 claps} Drop everything,
text the group chat right now!
We survived another week and we don't even know how!
Finasteride and progesterone keeping the glow,
Walking down the boulevard moving way too slow!
With a iced matcha latte and a dramatic sigh,
Looking at our exes like girl,
goodbye! From the messy bun energy to the sovereign truth,
This is the girlie-pop realm: Tiguidou!
(yeah) {stadium-sized soaring vocal harmonies} Wait,
bestie, did you see what he posted?
Actually, scratch that, who cares,
we're exhausted. We’re twenty-two and thriving on sheer delusion,
Turning every minor panic into total revolution!
Kathy Bates rage in a rom-com frame,
We’re not playing by the patriarchy's boring game.
One, two, three, four — let's romanticize the commute We are the
main characters, absolutely acute!
{beat drops to dreamy synth wash,
whispered vocal} Absolute girlie sovereignty.
Absolute internet-aeon vibe. Tara,
Captain Quinn, and the hyper-tuned crew.
{full hyper-pop beat snaps back,
iced-coffee-ice-rattling synth fade, laughing voice note} Tiguidou!
{groovy hyperpop instrumental coda with ice rattle
and synth sparkle} {fade out}