Ballad Of A Homeschooled Girl

Album: Guts (2023)
Charted: 24
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  • Cat got my tongue
    And I don't think I get along with anyone
    Blood running cold
    I'm on the outside of the greatest inside joke
    And I hate all my clothes
    Feels like my skin doesn't fit right over my bones
    So I guess I should go
    The party's done, and I'm no fun
    I know, I know, I know, I know

    I broke a glass, I tripped and fell
    I told secrets I shouldn't tell
    I stumbled over all my words
    I made it weird, I made it worse
    Each time I step outside
    It's social suicide
    It's social suicide
    Wanna curl up and die
    It's social suicide
    Ah-ah, ah-ah
    Ah-ah-ah-ah

    I laughed at the wrong time
    Sat with the wrong guy (uh-huh)
    Searching how to start a conversation on a website (how to flirt?)
    Talked to this hot guy
    Swore I was his type
    Guess that he was making out with boys, like, the whole night (oh)
    Everything I do is tragic (oh)
    Every guy I like is gay (oh)
    The morning after I panic (oh)
    Oh, God, what did I say? (Oh-oh, oh)

    I broke a glass, I tripped and fell
    I told secrets I shouldn't tell
    I stumbled over all my words
    I made it weird, I made it worse
    Each time I step outside
    It's social suicide
    It's social suicide
    Wanna curl up and die
    It's social suicide, yeah
    When I'm alone, it's fine
    But don't let me out at night
    It's social suicide, it's social suicide
    Ah-ah, ah-ah
    Ah-ah-ah-ah
    Ah-ah, ah-ah
    Ah-ah-ah-ah

    I broke a glass, tripped and fell
    Told secrets I shouldn't tell
    Stumbled over all my words
    Made it weird then made it worse
    Each day that I'm alive
    It's social suicide
    It's social suicide
    Wanna curl up and die
    It's social suicide
    It's social suicide
    Don't let me out at night
    I'm shocked I'm still alive
    It's social suicide
    Ah-ah, ah-ah
    Ah-ah-ah-ah

    Thought your mom was your wife (ah-ah)
    Called you the wrong name twice (ah-ah)
    Can't think of a third line (ah-ah)
    La-la, la-la, la-la (ah-ah)
    La-la, la-la, la-la (ah-ah)
    La-la, la-la, la-la (ah-ah)
    La-la, la-la, la-la Writer/s: Daniel Nigro, Olivia Rodrigo
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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