Hammerhead Penelope Scott
"Hammerhead" by Penelope Scott, released in 2021, is an #IndiePop track that explores themes of identity, societal expectations, and the struggle for self-acceptance. The lyrics convey a sense of frustration and empowerment, while its unique blend of catchy melodies and raw vocal delivery resonates with Gen Z audiences. The song's candidness has sparked discussions about mental health and authenticity in modern life.
[Verse 1]
All I really know is that I'm never coming home
And I'm sorry that I didn't tell you so
I'm gonna go and get an internship and then I'll get a job
And then I'll pack all of my shit up and fucking go
[Chorus]
I'll go to Mexico, I'll go to Canada
I'll mail myself to New York City in a box
You'll never hear from me again
Save for an envelope I'll send
Containing fifty billion dollars and some photographs of dogs
[Verse 2]
For half of my short life I've kept a drawer in my room
For all the little trinkets I consider gold
Photographs, bottle caps, lanyards, flowers, crumbled maps
Things that look particularly old
The plan has always been that I should throw them out the window
If the building were to catch on fire given the dogs are safe outside
But the drawer is full of trash and I could turn it all to ashes
For the fleeting joy I'd get from adding more smoke to the sky
[Chorus]
I'll go to Mexico, I'll go to Canada
I'll mail myself to New York City in a box
You'll never hear from me again
Save for an envelope I'll send
Containing fifty billion dollars and some photographs of dogs
All I really know is that I'm never coming home
And I'm sorry that I didn't tell you so
I'm gonna go and get an internship and then I'll get a job
And then I'll pack all of my shit up and fucking go
[Chorus]
I'll go to Mexico, I'll go to Canada
I'll mail myself to New York City in a box
You'll never hear from me again
Save for an envelope I'll send
Containing fifty billion dollars and some photographs of dogs
[Verse 2]
For half of my short life I've kept a drawer in my room
For all the little trinkets I consider gold
Photographs, bottle caps, lanyards, flowers, crumbled maps
Things that look particularly old
The plan has always been that I should throw them out the window
If the building were to catch on fire given the dogs are safe outside
But the drawer is full of trash and I could turn it all to ashes
For the fleeting joy I'd get from adding more smoke to the sky
[Chorus]
I'll go to Mexico, I'll go to Canada
I'll mail myself to New York City in a box
You'll never hear from me again
Save for an envelope I'll send
Containing fifty billion dollars and some photographs of dogs
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