Static Playground

I wear my smile like a hand-me-down dress,

Say “I'm doing fine” when I'm such a mess.

Keep my voice low,

keep my bedroom clean,

Be the nicest little disaster you've ever seen.

I've got your words in the back of my throat,

All the things I meant but I never wrote.

You say I'm dramatic,

say I think too much,

Then you call me at midnight when you need a crutch.

And I could be sweet,

I could be kind,

I could make myself smaller to fit your mind.

I could say sorry just to keep the peace— But there's a

little bit of hell underneath these teeth.

I'm a good girl riot in a pink silk dress,

Got a pretty little smile and a beautiful mess.

Say what you want,

I'm not changing my name,

I'm the match in your hand and the gasoline flame.

Oh, I laugh too loud,

yeah, I talk too fast,

Make a big damn scene when you bring up the past.

You want sugar and sunshine,

a girl who behaves— I'm the pretty little problem that you couldn't

erase.

I say “thank you” when you step on my shoes,

Play the perfect daughter with nothing to lose.

I make everybody laugh at the worst possible time,

Then go home and turn my feelings into cheap little rhymes.

I want late-night kisses and a car with no brakes— Metaphorically speaking,

for goodness' sake. I want cheap perfume and a terrible plan,

Want to be somebody you don't understand.

And I could be sweet,

I could be nice,

I could swallow every word just to keep you satisfied.

But my heart's got a mouth and it's learning to scream— I'm

not your favorite version of me.

I'm a good girl riot in a pink silk dress,

Got a pretty little smile and a beautiful mess.

Say what you want,

I'm not changing my name,

I'm the match in your hand and the gasoline flame.

Oh, I laugh too loud,

yeah, I talk too fast,

Make a big damn scene when you bring up the past.

You want sugar and sunshine,

a girl who behaves— I'm the pretty little problem that you couldn't

erase.

Maybe I just want somebody Who can see me when I'm quiet.

Someone who can hold my secrets Without turning them to riots.

Maybe I don't want a spotlight,

Maybe I just want to feel Like the person in the mirror

Is somebody I can heal.

(Drums begin to

build.) But don't you dare call me an angel— I've got teeth,

I've got a tongue.

I've been good for everybody Since before I was someone.

BE NICE! SIT STRAIGHT!

DON'T TALK BACK!

SMILE PRETTY! DON'T GET MAD!

Well, I'M MAD!

I'm a good girl riot in a pink silk dress,

A little bit of heartbreak in a glittering mess.

You can keep your rules and your picture-perfect frame,

I'm not here to be loved if it means I'm ashamed.

Yeah, I laugh too loud,

let me take up space,

Got a wild little heart you can't train into place.

You want sugar and sunshine,

a girl who behaves— I'm the whole damn storm that you couldn't

contain.

I wear my smile like a hand-me-down dress,

Still a little too much,

still a beautiful mess.

And if you ask me tomorrow if I'm doing okay— I'll say,

“Of course.” Then I'll dance the whole night away.

GOOD

GIRLS DON'T EXIST ANYWAY.