She’s got her phone in her hand just like a loaded gun
And with a flick of her wrist, oh, they say she reigns hell
She wears a crown on her head, twenty-first century Napoleon
She’s stacking bodies by the dozen, wasn’t it yesterday she was someone else

Most days, I’m in my pj’s sitting pretty

I wanna reach her
I wanna snap my fingers
And leave behind my body to burn
I wanna be heard
I’m cracking all my fingers
I’ll never be somеbody ‘til somebody gets hurt

She’s takеn leave of it all, she’s gone digital
And with her head in the clouds, the hurricanes, they name her
She keeps her heart in a safe, saved only for the criminal
I lay my body horizontal, what’ll be waiting for me when I return

Most days, I’m in my own way, disappearing

I wanna reach her
I wanna snap my fingers
And leave behind my body to burn
I wanna be heard
I’m cracking all my fingers
I’ll never be somebody ‘til somebody gets hurt
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