Half-asleep, crying in that old bathroom
Then I lean up against the mirror to
See the way I look when I feel like I'm dying
Guess I like the way I look when I've been crying
And I'm fetishizing struggle in my head
When I could fetishize more fun things instead
Like feet and hair, the taste of sunscreen
Ropes and teeth, the smell of gasoline
And other things that hurt me less
Love is hard
In my hands, every single word you said
Mm, want to mend, I can feel like garbage (love is hard)
In remembering how bad I used to have it
I can relive all my bottom-feeding baggage (love is hard)
And I'm fetishizing struggle in my head
When I could fetishize more fun things instead
Like feet and hair, the taste of sunscreen
Ropes and teeth, the smell of gasoline
And other things that hurt me less
(Love is hard) love is hard to have when it feels good to feel bad
And underlying sadness is productive
And I'm fetishizing struggle in my head
When I could fetishize more fun things instead
Like feet and hair, the taste of sunscreen
Ropes and teeth, the smell of gasoline
And other things that hurt me less
Than fetishizing struggle
Fetishizing struggle
Fetishizing struggle
Fetishizing struggle
