How messed up do you have to be
To not dress up for your own costume party
You invited me weeks ago
Said come as a dead celebrity
Now I'm standing here, the perfect Jackie Kennedy
And when we were together
I was hoping you'd be JFK
But by the time we'd ended things
I'd already bought this suit on e-bay
And now I'm feeling kinda stupid
Watching you cozy up to Janis Joplin
And Humphrey Bogart says I look like I could use a drink
So here's to lookin' at you kid
Just what I'm thinking
I'm the saddest girl to ever wear pink tweed
Take off the jacket and the label reads:
Be gentle with me
I'm more delicate than I seem
Dry clean only
Or I'll fall apart at the seams
Show you up and make a scene
And you don't want me to make a scene
Baby you should get a job soon
I heard a shrink comes with the lease to your North London box room
And yeah we're struggling artists, I get it
But when you stop romanticizing there's nothing poetic
In the landlords threatening letters
Though I wouldn't put it past you
To find poignance in the mundane
Its kind of your thing
But my god don't you know it
Don't even wince when you call yourself a poet
And I've never met anyone so arrogant, yet so profoundly insecure
Except for every guy I've ever fallen for
Be gentle with me
I'm more delicate than i seem
Dry clean only
Or I fall apart at the seams
Show you up and make a scene
Darling, if the definition of neurotic is
Wanting two mutually exclusive things at the same time
Then I guess I really was crazy about you
I am the first lady of the twenty-four hour sundae place you took me
I am the first lady of the fourth to the twenty-first of February
I am the first lady of the four days spent waiting for a text back
I am the first lady of every stop
Overthinking, every I didn't mean it like that
I feel like Jackie O
I feel like Jackie O
I feel like Jackie O