Blonde

Everyone gets hotter when I get bored Catching feelings is me falling on my own sword I’m such a menace, such a bitch Love is Tetris where none of the shapes fit I’m not good at this game But I sign myself up to play And get pissed when I lose It’s true Everything’s a contest or a joke Commit to the bit, but then I choke when things get real That’s not how it’s supposed to feel Do blondes really have more fun? If so, should I become one? How can you tell when you’re going crazy? Worried that I haven’t been a good person lately But if blondes really have more fun Then I’m dying to be one [Ah, ah] Everyone gets hotter when I’m a wreck Guess the loneliness is messing with my head [Fucks with my head] I go home for three weeks and waste my time Stalking friends of friends online [Oh my god, did you hear what they said at The End?] Envy is a steep climb Do blondes really have more fun? If so, should I become one? How can you tell when you’re going crazy? Worried that I haven’t been a good person lately But if blondes really have more fun Then I’m dying to be one If blondes really have more fun Guess I’ll head to the salon Drop three hundred on a cut, a bleach, and dry So what if it’s a quick fix? Duct tape on a sinking ship I will go platinum if helps me sleep at night Cause I hate being wrong more than I like being right Do blondes really have more fun? If so, should I become one? How can you tell when you’re going crazy? Worried that I haven’t been a good person lately But if blondes really have more fun Then maybe that’ll solve the problem for me