Wine Boots & Soccer Bitches (Remastered)

[Verse 1] I had wine-colored boots like altars She had cleats that stomped out hearts Alpha bitch with bruised-up shins Threw tantrums like modern art Her mom played servant, dad unseen She ruled her house with bite She called me too soft to be sacred But I watched her every fight [Verse 2] She wore rage like soccer medals I wore softness like a sin But when she hugged the autistic kids I swear — I felt her skin We shared Megan like a prophecy Three girls in a twisted arc And when she looked at her like that It flickered something dark [Chorus – Spoken-Sung Hook] Wine boots. Blonde rage. Locker room whispers, suburban stage I was the nice one, voice like balm She was the bitch that set off alarms But maybe... I wanted to scream too She performed the power I wasn't allowed to [Verse 3 – Voice Memo Flow] She was mean and holy A cunt with cosmic grace I kept my edges quiet She wore hers on her face I wanted her wrath, her posture, her sneer I wanted to flirt without shame or fear And maybe I hated her less than I said Maybe I wanted her power instead [Bridge – Melodic Breakdown] Comparison’s a spell we never meant to cast Girls like us weren’t built to last But I walked in with boots like blood And left with fire where silence was [Final Chorus] Wine boots. Blonde rage. Girlhood gutted on a bathroom page I let her haunt me, then I made her art I took the blade and called it heart Now I strut in thigh-high truth Cunty as heaven, too femme for you