[Verse 1] I woke up furious at the shape of my own room At the stupid little daylight and the pressure coming soon My shirt feels wrong, my hair feels wrong, my face feels like a dare And every polite little question makes me want to punch the air [Pre-Chorus] I tried to act like nothing, tried to chew it down and grin But the whole damn day came scraping like a needle on my skin [Chorus] Fuck, fuck, fuck — I’m a spark in a storm Fuck, fuck, fuck — I’m a knife in a swarm I’m fifteen and I’m burning and I don’t know how to stop Fuck, fuck, fuck — I’m a fuse and I’m about to pop [Verse 2] They tell me “be more graceful,” like that’s ever worked before Like I can tidy up a thunderclap and set it on a drawer I slam doors, bite my tongue, then I hate the sound I made Then I hate the way I hate it, like the whole thing’s rigged and staged [Pre-Chorus] The world keeps asking nicely while it shoves its fingers in And I’ve got all this screaming and nowhere to put it in [Chorus] Fuck, fuck, fuck — I’m a match in the rain Fuck, fuck, fuck — I’m a bruise made of strain I’m not broken, I’m just crowded, I’m just done with all this stuff Fuck, fuck, fuck — if you ask me, that’s enough [Bridge] Fuck the mirror, fuck the schedule, fuck the smile they tell me wear Fuck the way they want me smaller, fuck the way they say “be fair” I want to spit through perfect manners, I want to bite the wire I want to be a goddamn riot and a wall of living fire [Instrumental Break | guitar distortion, synth pulse, drums hammering hard] [Verse 3] Maybe this is growing up and maybe that’s a rotten joke Maybe all this rage is just the shape of what I never spoke But I’m tired of being patient, tired of sitting still and sweet So I’ll let the ugly come out loud and keep the rhythm in my teeth [Pre-Chorus] I don’t need a fix, I need a minute and a voice Something loud enough to drown the static of the choice [Final Chorus] Fuck, fuck, fuck — I’m alive and I’m loud Fuck, fuck, fuck — I’m a storm in a crowd I’m fifteen and I’m furious and I won’t apologize for rough Fuck, fuck, fuck — if that offends you, good enough [Outro] Fuck. That’s the sentence. That’s the song. That’s the whole damn truth.
