[Verse 1] Lying in bed in heart-print pajamas, chili chips burning holes in my tongue, scrolling memes like holy scriptures, laughing loud, feeling young. Then it hits without a warning, tears flooding for a dog in socks, heart collapsing, soul dissolving, crying hard between the knocks. [Pre-Chorus] My mind keeps flipping like a coin in a storm, bright to broken in a heartbeat form, I don’t know why, I don’t know when, it rises fast and crashes again. [Chorus] Bed attitude, bed attitude, my hormones change the altitude, laughing, crying, burning through, I swear they all have beef with me. Bed attitude, bed attitude, sweet one second, then I’m screwed, someone tell my chemistry to get the fuck off misery. [Verse 2] Next wave hits, a flash of fury, I’m a goddess, I’m a queen, throw a pillow at the ceiling, curse the planet, curse the screen. Thirty seconds, mood inversion, now I’m glowing, warm and blessed, then a thought like cold explosion: “Why’s my whole existence stressed?” [Pre-Chorus 2] Serotonin goes on strike, dopamine’s a useless spike, progesterone just sets me off, estrogen laughs from the loft. [Chorus] Bed attitude, bed attitude, my hormones change the altitude, cry for nothing, scream for fun, all emotions set to stun. Bed attitude, bed attitude, sweet one second, then I’m screwed, wish my moods would take a break, but they rise like quakes on quakes. [Bridge – slow, dreamy] Maybe I’m broken, maybe I’m fine, maybe my body’s drawing a line, maybe the storm is part of the deal, maybe this chaos is how I heal. [Breakdown – chaotic, fast] Flip it—dip it—lose control, laughing as I start to fall, rage and joy in one embrace, tears and glitter on my face. Why the hell is life like this? Hit the pillow—blow a kiss. [Final Chorus] Bed attitude, bed attitude, I survive this madness brewed, up and down and through and through, my hormones run the fucking zoo. Bed attitude, bed attitude, one more wave and then I’m new, meltdown now, but give me time— in three days I’ll be just fine. [Outro] Phone lights up, I check the screen: "PMS incoming in 3…" I sigh, I laugh, I nod my head— "Well fuck, at least it’s not the end."
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