Letra de 'Cigarette Ahegao' de Penelope Scott

As an American (fuck)

So like, I guess they call it the sophomore slump
Always crying and always (drunk)
A few dead, more gone, and the rest well on their way

Thanks! (I hate it)
So everyone I love is stuck
Because this that, the other, and the state fucked up
We covered it in a class that I'm about to fail

Well, I feel better now (oh, woo)
Cigarette ahegao (uh, huh)
I hadn't had another episode, except last night it was touch and go
No need to cry about it
Ooh, woo
Ooh, woo

Hey incels, just have sex (duh)
Trash on the walls
And trash on the floor
Liquid eyeliner stuck to the door
Screwing everything up and doing everything wrong
In my defense I wasn't supposed to be around this long, so

Well I feel better now (ooh, woo)
Cigarette ahegao (ooh, woo)
No need to cry about it (ooh, woo)
Oh, I don't smoke, I just like how it smells

Get thin on smoke and coffee
Get fat on pie and biscuits
God bless this perfect shitstorm, I
Hope that it takes me with it
I have a soft small body
Strawberries make it happy

Someday, I'll leave the country
I hope to have you with me
Get wrecked on becherovka
Get fucked on smoke and wine
Someday, I'll have my own life
I'll leave this all behind