[Verse 1]
I am braiding records into my hair
Needles and record players
Everything's a possible record cover
Or a possible name for a band that I will never have
I will never have
'Cause I sing my songs all by myself
All to myself, for myself
I am cute
But I'm not in a band
Where's my band? Where's my band?
Where's my amplifiers?
[Chorus]
So why don't I just sleep in the middle of this kitchen?
Surrounded by forks on a linoleum floor
I am drunk and there's no one here to stop me
From being so tired and sleeping with my mascara on
[Verse 2]
In the studio they're adjusting the wires and microphones
And I'm about to sing my songs
And they won't be just my own
And I'm glad that they'll exist
But they'll make me obsolete
I am braiding records into my hair
Needles and record players
Everything's a possible record cover
Or a possible name for a band that I will never have
I will never have
'Cause I sing my songs all by myself
All to myself, for myself
I am cute
But I'm not in a band
Where's my band? Where's my band?
Where's my amplifiers?
[Chorus]
So why don't I just sleep in the middle of this kitchen?
Surrounded by forks on a linoleum floor
I am drunk and there's no one here to stop me
From being so tired and sleeping with my mascara on
[Verse 2]
In the studio they're adjusting the wires and microphones
And I'm about to sing my songs
And they won't be just my own
And I'm glad that they'll exist
But they'll make me obsolete
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