[Verse 1]
I'm afraid of heights, afraid of tryin'
And I'm afraid I might have been a little stupid to write this song
I'm afraid that during high winds
The stop sign will uproot and decapitate me
Or that I might thrive under Scientology
I'm afraid that after I die
Someone will have sex with my dead body
And be like, "Not worth it"
I'm afraid I could raise a son who'd get radicalized on Reddit
Or that he'll Back to the Future, and I'll think he's hot
And I'm afraid that I'll accidentally text a pic of my vagina to my dad
And I'm afraid that on Ancestry.com
I might find out I have a bunch of half siblings
And they'll want to be in my life
I'm afraid that if I got an awful disease, I wouldn't be brave
I'd just be a bitch and be mean or if I needеd emergency hеart surgery
The doctor would go, "Hello nipple hair"
Sometimes I'm afraid to hold a new baby
What if I lose control of my arms for a second?
And throw it at the ceiling fan or something like that
Can't I trust my arms?
[Verse 2]
And I'm afraid, that under every bus stop is a sinkhole of rats
And I'm afraid, they lie about expiration dates and my hummus is fungus
And afraid that the second I leave town, I'll get a UTI
Why can't they just sell those pills over the counter?
I don't need a doctor
I know exactly what it is
I'm afraid of heights, afraid of tryin'
And I'm afraid I might have been a little stupid to write this song
I'm afraid that during high winds
The stop sign will uproot and decapitate me
Or that I might thrive under Scientology
I'm afraid that after I die
Someone will have sex with my dead body
And be like, "Not worth it"
I'm afraid I could raise a son who'd get radicalized on Reddit
Or that he'll Back to the Future, and I'll think he's hot
And I'm afraid that I'll accidentally text a pic of my vagina to my dad
And I'm afraid that on Ancestry.com
I might find out I have a bunch of half siblings
And they'll want to be in my life
I'm afraid that if I got an awful disease, I wouldn't be brave
I'd just be a bitch and be mean or if I needеd emergency hеart surgery
The doctor would go, "Hello nipple hair"
Sometimes I'm afraid to hold a new baby
What if I lose control of my arms for a second?
And throw it at the ceiling fan or something like that
Can't I trust my arms?
[Verse 2]
And I'm afraid, that under every bus stop is a sinkhole of rats
And I'm afraid, they lie about expiration dates and my hummus is fungus
And afraid that the second I leave town, I'll get a UTI
Why can't they just sell those pills over the counter?
I don't need a doctor
I know exactly what it is
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