"Dance Recital" lyrics
This the type of shit
I can't even tell to my diary
I want that shit in me
Want it violently
Two drinks deep and
In like three layers of irony
Crashing out online
I've been trying crash dieting
And it's another Hot Girl Summer
I'm staying inside, whore
I'm optimizing my cortex
My inner core
Like maybe if I did a little bit more
Truth could get inconvenient
For these bitches, Al Gore
Rhythm is a dancer
You should tip her
I mean tap her
Bad at sex work
But I still tried and
That's what matters
Took a left turn no gods, no masters
Except the one for alcoholics
Says my local chapter
Hi my name is Sophie
And the lore is like a Bible (Bitch!)
I do not remember what happened
But I got the title (Yeah!)
I do not remember what happened
But I got the title
Like I said day after
Your niece's dance recital
It's a recital it's, it's not a competition
Everything's a competition
When you're a winner
Ya ta ta ta ta
I dance on that bitch
Ya ta ta ta ta
I dance on that
Ya ta ta ta ta
I dance in this bitch
Ya ta ta ta ta
I dance in this
My greatest opp is an
Overdeveloped sense of shame
And I keep winning I guess
Congratulations on
Embarrassing yourself once again
What do you want from me?
What do you want?
What did you ever want?
Like who are you honestly?
I relate to old men and small children
And anyone who's visibly high
That's my sister
We're just getting by
That's my mister
Life has passed us by
I'm an empath
I can put the 'I' in any situation
Burning brain cells
I heard sex sells
I heard sex smells
I have not touched someone else
The whole calendar
Rehab didn't work
But I still think that it was valuable
Sorry that I ruined things
I couldn't keep it casual
I forgot how to be intimate (Yeah!)
One time my doctor
Intimated I was impotent (Yeah!)
I told the spoken word group
At the last round of auditions (Yeah!)
And then cackled like a bird
Who had just swallowed
An amphibian (Laughs)
Sink or swim
I'm floating every time though
If I catch 'em on the stage
It's dead upon arrival
If I catch you on the stage
It's dead upon arrival
Like they said day after
Your niece's dance recital
Ya ta ta ta ta
I dance on that bitch
Ya ta ta ta ta
I dance on that
Ya ta ta ta ta
I dance in this bitch
Ya ta ta ta ta
I dance in this
I'm a complicated character
I'm an unreliable narrator
Sometimes I do things
Just because they're really terrible
Put me on a pedestal
I'll come back down to terrorize you
Theorizing what the fuck is wrong with me
Every diagnosis can I just get a lobotomy?
Magnum opus 'boutta be my place
In pop psychology
This is suicidal ideation
Mixed with sodomy
Back the fuck off of me
I can't even tell to my diary
I want that shit in me
Want it violently
Two drinks deep and
In like three layers of irony
Crashing out online
I've been trying crash dieting
And it's another Hot Girl Summer
I'm staying inside, whore
I'm optimizing my cortex
My inner core
Like maybe if I did a little bit more
Truth could get inconvenient
For these bitches, Al Gore
Rhythm is a dancer
You should tip her
I mean tap her
Bad at sex work
But I still tried and
That's what matters
Took a left turn no gods, no masters
Except the one for alcoholics
Says my local chapter
Hi my name is Sophie
And the lore is like a Bible (Bitch!)
I do not remember what happened
But I got the title (Yeah!)
I do not remember what happened
But I got the title
Like I said day after
Your niece's dance recital
It's a recital it's, it's not a competition
Everything's a competition
When you're a winner
Ya ta ta ta ta
I dance on that bitch
Ya ta ta ta ta
I dance on that
Ya ta ta ta ta
I dance in this bitch
Ya ta ta ta ta
I dance in this
My greatest opp is an
Overdeveloped sense of shame
And I keep winning I guess
Congratulations on
Embarrassing yourself once again
What do you want from me?
What do you want?
What did you ever want?
Like who are you honestly?
I relate to old men and small children
And anyone who's visibly high
That's my sister
We're just getting by
That's my mister
Life has passed us by
I'm an empath
I can put the 'I' in any situation
Burning brain cells
I heard sex sells
I heard sex smells
I have not touched someone else
The whole calendar
Rehab didn't work
But I still think that it was valuable
Sorry that I ruined things
I couldn't keep it casual
I forgot how to be intimate (Yeah!)
One time my doctor
Intimated I was impotent (Yeah!)
I told the spoken word group
At the last round of auditions (Yeah!)
And then cackled like a bird
Who had just swallowed
An amphibian (Laughs)
Sink or swim
I'm floating every time though
If I catch 'em on the stage
It's dead upon arrival
If I catch you on the stage
It's dead upon arrival
Like they said day after
Your niece's dance recital
Ya ta ta ta ta
I dance on that bitch
Ya ta ta ta ta
I dance on that
Ya ta ta ta ta
I dance in this bitch
Ya ta ta ta ta
I dance in this
I'm a complicated character
I'm an unreliable narrator
Sometimes I do things
Just because they're really terrible
Put me on a pedestal
I'll come back down to terrorize you
Theorizing what the fuck is wrong with me
Every diagnosis can I just get a lobotomy?
Magnum opus 'boutta be my place
In pop psychology
This is suicidal ideation
Mixed with sodomy
Back the fuck off of me
