"Adult Size Medium" lyrics
Air drying our sheets
Covering our gender
With an oversized fleece
Listening to records that meant something probably
When we were twenty-three and horny
Smiling with our teeth
Habitually repeating I'm a bad bitch, please
Us having no money was so fucking funny
It never got tired or boring
I'm pulling on holes
Of an adult size medium
The twenty year old me still in here
I'm waking up to a dream sequence
Sometimes I can't see me in it
Was it a sip of wine or Aperol
I remember everything and nothing at all
I'm waking up to a dream sequence
Sometimes I can't see me in it
Was any of it worth it after all?
Is my reflection someone else's I stole?
But if it's mine can I still keep it
If I can't see me in it
Texture on our skin
We were just at Beechers
With a guy to get in
Sweating out a fever
With our latest imprint
Then walking to the after party
Now on the other side
Of cherry-flavored ChapStick
There's some greyish highlights
Reminding me that nobody runs faster than time
It's heart breaking and reassuring
It's sinking in
I'm sinking in
I'm sinking
Pulling on holes
Of an adult size medium
I really don't know how I got here
I'm waking up to a dream sequence
Sometimes I can't see me in it
Was it a sip of wine or Aperol
I remember everything and nothing at all
I'm waking up to a dream sequence
Sometimes I can't see me in it
Was any of it worth it after all?
Is my reflection someone else's I stole?
But if it's mine can I still keep it?
If I can't see me in it
Try hards
Icons
Sunday mornings
Super Bowls
Turn Ons
Tampons
Edibles
And booty calls
I remember it all
And I remember nothing
How did we get here?
Was it luck or something?
Was it luck or something?
I remember it all
And I remember nothing
How did we get here?
Was it luck or something?
Was it luck or something?
Covering our gender
With an oversized fleece
Listening to records that meant something probably
When we were twenty-three and horny
Smiling with our teeth
Habitually repeating I'm a bad bitch, please
Us having no money was so fucking funny
It never got tired or boring
I'm pulling on holes
Of an adult size medium
The twenty year old me still in here
I'm waking up to a dream sequence
Sometimes I can't see me in it
Was it a sip of wine or Aperol
I remember everything and nothing at all
I'm waking up to a dream sequence
Sometimes I can't see me in it
Was any of it worth it after all?
Is my reflection someone else's I stole?
But if it's mine can I still keep it
If I can't see me in it
Texture on our skin
We were just at Beechers
With a guy to get in
Sweating out a fever
With our latest imprint
Then walking to the after party
Now on the other side
Of cherry-flavored ChapStick
There's some greyish highlights
Reminding me that nobody runs faster than time
It's heart breaking and reassuring
It's sinking in
I'm sinking in
I'm sinking
Pulling on holes
Of an adult size medium
I really don't know how I got here
I'm waking up to a dream sequence
Sometimes I can't see me in it
Was it a sip of wine or Aperol
I remember everything and nothing at all
I'm waking up to a dream sequence
Sometimes I can't see me in it
Was any of it worth it after all?
Is my reflection someone else's I stole?
But if it's mine can I still keep it?
If I can't see me in it
Try hards
Icons
Sunday mornings
Super Bowls
Turn Ons
Tampons
Edibles
And booty calls
I remember it all
And I remember nothing
How did we get here?
Was it luck or something?
Was it luck or something?
I remember it all
And I remember nothing
How did we get here?
Was it luck or something?
Was it luck or something?
