[Verse 1] I wear black because brighter colors can hear my thoughts I’m not ignoring you. I’m romantically staring into the void I need a refund on adulthood. The graphics are bad and the tutorial was unclear Somewhere out there is a tree replacing the oxygen you waste, hence the reason you are on the list of those I chose to avoid (Save a tree) [Verse 2] Are you emotional damage? Because I keep coming back to you My toxic trait is probably turning red flags into home décor I made tea and called it self-care. In a mug that says “the tears of my enemies” My coping mechanism for life is pretending everything is lore [Chorus] I’m not dramatic, I’m emotionally sponsored by thunderstorms Making bad decisions somehow feel poetic after dark I’m healing slowly like a Windows update, I’ll be fine eventually If eventually stops showing off all of my broken parts I laughed to hide the pain Unfortunately, it became my personality Now I can’t tell where the punchline ends and I begin But for the plot I guess I'm down for anything And that is why my guardian angel drinks [Verse 3] Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, at least you’ll disappoint your relatives creatively Be yourself. Unless yourself is replying kay during serious conversations Every storm eventually runs out of rain. But bills and responsibilities do not unfortunately The light at the end of the tunnel may just be another train, but at least trains are consistent (My therapist says I intellectualize my feelings. I told her that’s an oversimplification) [Verse 4] Guess what? I finally got my life together. Now I forget where I put it The universe has a plan for me. Unfortunately it reads like a warning label. (Warning) My brain said ‘trust the process’ but the process is held together with duct tape I’d fix my life, but I accidentally made the sadness my very aesthetic I’m not dramatic, I’m emotionally sponsored by thunderstorms Making bad decisions somehow feel poetic after dark I’m healing slowly like a Windows update, I’ll be fine eventually If eventually stops showing off all of my broken parts I laughed to hide the pain Unfortunately, it became my personality Now I can’t tell where the punchline ends and I begin But for the plot I guess I'm down for anything And that is why my guardian angel drinks [Bridge] I need six months of sleep and approximately zero responsibilities I’m emotionally multitasking: overthinking, spiraling, and dissociating. I turn emotional damage into metaphors because apparently coping skills are optional. Yay me I wrote poetry instead of developing healthy communication for my feelings Your secrets are safe with me. I wasn’t listening My eyeliner is sharper than my decision-making I survived purely out of spite and energy drinks I’m held together by safety pins and unresolved feelings My vibe is basement concerts and emotional instability I’d heal, but the playlist is too good not to keep This is why my guardian angel drinks [Chorus] I’m not dramatic, I’m emotionally sponsored by thunderstorms Making bad decisions somehow feel poetic after dark I’m healing slowly like a Windows update, I’ll be fine eventually If eventually stops showing off all of my broken parts I laughed to hide the pain Unfortunately, it became my personality Now I can’t tell where the punchline ends and I begin But for the plot I guess I'm down for anything And that is why my guardian angel drinks [Revised chorus] The comeback is always stronger than the setback. Mine’s just taking intermission Character development arc detected. Currently being haunted by my own decisions No wonder my guardian angel drinks. It should have been expected Today I achieved absolutely nothing, but I did it professionally I made a home inside the chaos Decorated it with irony and caffeine Everybody says it gets better eventually But eventually’s avoiding me I laughed to hide the pain Now it’s stitched into my personality So if heaven’s got a complaint about me That explains why my guardian angel drinks [Chorus] I’m not dramatic, I’m emotionally sponsored by thunderstorms Making bad decisions somehow feel poetic after dark I’m healing slowly like a Windows update, I’ll be fine eventually If eventually stops showing off all of my broken parts I laughed to hide the pain Unfortunately, it became my personality Now I can’t tell where the punchline ends and I begin But for the plot I guess I'm down for anything And that is why my guardian angel drinks turns out rock bottom has a basement, baby My guardian angel drinks would you care to join me my guardian angel drinks
