[Verse 1]
Friday night, drinking boxed wine
Alone in my apartment, blurring time
The texture of air is stale as I stare
In distress at this body of mine
[Chorus]
Catastrophic soft symphony
Rigid dichotomy, complex identity
It's not as simple as either-or
I am both and I'm more
Most of all, I'm unsure
[Verse 2]
Think I've become the sort of someone
Who scared me stiff when I was young
Soft as a feather, tough like worn leather
Who am I under the Saturday sun?
[Chorus]
Maleficent social construct
If it is all made up, why do I give a fuck?
I don't want to define myself by
Who I'm not and I'm trying
This is my battle cry
[Outro]
Friday night, drinking boxed wine
Alone in my apartment, blurring time
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
