[Verse 1]
I'm doing the dishes
I'm folding the laundry
I'm talking in the perfect brand
Of single monotone
Like every other post-punk
Boy band gimmick
Feeding into the narrative
That I'm always on the nose
'Cause I'm still washing his dishes
And folding his laundry
Because I am gendered
Because I am faulty
I'm saying a prayer for you
And not so much for me
So that I stop myself
From putting you down below
[Verse 2]
Fuck the applications
Fuck all of the funding
I am done with begging
And I find it all insulting
Go on, tick the boxes
Like we have the option
You don't like the name
Why don't you try fucking something
Yeah, go on, try something
[Chorus]
Oh, I am the reason
I've got opinions
My emotions
Are what pay for this show
You bought a ticket
You let me have it
Watch me while I dog walk you
Straight past the bone
[Verse 3]
Promote the individual
Try another single
Piss into the wind
Punk is dead but it's still in you
They are not your enemy
I am not your saviour
Left eat the left
And egg on that behaviour
I am just as guilty
I am just as pissy
I thought I knew everything
Now everything is missing
You taught me this anger
Now you're mad I use it
Got something good
Now you choose to abuse it
[Chorus]
I am the reason
I've got opinions
My emotions
Are what pay for this show
You bought a ticket
You let me have it
Watch me while I dog walk you
Straight past the bone
[Breakdown]
I am the reason
[Chorus]
Oh, I am the reason
I've got opinions
My emotions
Are what pay for this show
You bought a ticket
You let me have it
And my worst fear
Is ending up alone
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