The butterflies are dead I've kept their ashes in my chest For a little bit too long And now I think they're better spread And while we're talkin about legs You should see mine on his couch But my god it's chicken noodle soup When he's talking with his mouth Catching feelings Uh it's kinda new to me But hey I'm dealing Under all this scrutiny I don't care if it's a phase I think I like me more these days (Yeah yeah yeah) I'm so done Going by the manuscript Yeah so what Put my pride into a Petri dish Cause I'm 22 And here for it Living out my narrative I'm all down for experiments Oh my So what's tonight Serving foam art lattes And my shift is up at 8 So I'm writing down my number On receipts to set the bait And last week I had 3 missed calls Guess I'm coming out my shell Cuz I woke up the next morning In a bed with Annabel Catching feelings Uh it's so uncomfortable But hey I'm dealing Being this dysfunctional Can't you read it on my face I think I like me more these days (Yeah yeah yeah) I'm so done Going by the manuscript Yeah so what Put my pride into a Petri dish Cause I'm 22 And here for it Living out my narrative I'm all down for experiments Oh my So what's tonight