[Dessa]
Hands are shaking
Radiating doubt and debating
Whether it's worth it
A person is always going to stay
And I've been planning my escape
Mapping out what it would take
I need a rope ladder, a plane ticket
A mess of new mistakes
I got myself in my hands
I'm not sure how to support her
But maybe 55404 is not the only venue for her
Cause if I can't keep my cool in public
You know the mockingbirds‚ they love that sh*t
See I'm the starlet of the scandal that's the talk of this tiny town
And every room I enter everybody shuts they mouths
Like I'm so oblivious that I'm downright stunned
Like I can't hear the words you're hiding underneath your tongue
I didn't catch you saying grace‚ motherf*cker
So tell my how does my name taste?
Spit it out‚ so tell me how does my name taste?
Look at the, look at the way she sits
I bet, I bet she got a basic case of it
She better take herself a notch down
Not quite so proud now
Nobody's gonna pity such a pretty clown
Look at the‚ look, look at, look at the state she's in
Look‚ look at the, look at the face she makes, man
I guess I guess that they really really do stay that way
Who the f*ck am I? Fat lip
Where the hell did this sh*t come from?
Friends are behaving like they're allergic to problems
I wanna do it like Boots and the Coup, so true it hurts you
They'd tear this motherf*cker up if they really loved you
But let 'em look, point, sh*t, let 'em laugh
When the chips stacked, know that I got my back
And maybe that makes me my better half
But I know a got a better one to tame my tongue
(And here she comes)
The rumors they are blooming
And the rumors they're all true
A symphony of whispers rising from the fitting room
The rumors they are blooming
And the rumors they're all true
A symphony of whispers rising from the fitting room
So you just let them move their mouths about how you lost your edge
I was sent by you, love, to talk me off this ledge
And I don't care what kind of mess they say your life is in
Mind your business, that's just Dessa talking to herself again
(Mind your own f*cking business)
Look at the, look at the way she sits
I bet, I bet she got a basic case of it
She better take herself a notch down
Not quite so proud now
Nobody's gonna pity such a pretty clown
Look at the, look, look at, look at the state she's in
Look, look at the, look at the face she makes, man
I guess I guess that they really really do stay that way
And I don't care about the cool kids at the corner coffee shop
Let them keep that idle talk
You just spread those broken wings
You spread those busted wings
You f*cking walk