#it screams

As soon as she hits it, I'm kicking her out She's had enough of the love, and I'm bringing her down Everyone together on the count of three One, two, you're mundane, we agree

Your ambition is swallowable if you tell the story right Say that you hate yourself and self criticize But if we smell desperation on your neck and face We'll drag you across your own public stage

We burn her name in the back Anything with her name attached Her newspaper's in the trash I just keep thinking man

What a waste What a shame I was starting to like her, but now she got great We'd never hate her to her face But I hope she knows She knows, she knows, she knows Hmm

I don't like your tone I don't like how much you've grown It's so boring to not be yanking muscle off of a woman's bone Everybody hates the-, everyone hates the unrelatable And I love to place two of 'em in the arena of the public's eye And try and get 'em to fight about something dumb and we pick sides 'Cause staring at her too long made our life look like muted pastels We'll love you if you just make us feel better about ourselves

And what a waste What a shame I was starting to like her, but now she got great We'd never hate her to her face But I hope she knows She knows, she knows, she knows

And what a pain I watch us spit her name while she's turned the other side We never told it to her face But I think she knows She knows, she knows, she knows

Everybody supports women until a woman's doing better than you Everybody wants you to love yourself until you actually do It was something about her hair, so perfectly fallen She was nice, and smart, and funny, and got everything she wanted And she does charity, isn't that the most obnoxious thing you've heard? Her popularity, she's too pretty for her own good She's probably self-centered, we hate her and she's nothing If everybody leaves her, then she had it coming

It haunts me.