Songs I Write | VIII

Does it make you feel better about yourself?

I'll try on red lipstick
I'll listen to the 1975
I'll smoke while I day-drink
I'll tear out my heart, dead or alive
I'll wear my hair down
I'll wear skimpy clothes around town
I'll beg for a stranger's frown
And for my good friends to turn around

If it makes you feel better about yourself
If I make myself the antichrist seeking help
If I make it so that I'd lie, reside in hell
If it makes you feel better about yourself

I'll sleep with eyes open
Keep my intentions impure
Spill my secrets to anyone
Spill my guts on the floor
I'll kiss any lips offering compliments
God knows I relish to get them
And fuck like it's an accomplishment
Good friends' heads turn, I'll let them

If it makes you feel better about yourself
If I make myself the antichrist seeking help
If I make it so that I'd lie, reside in hell
If it makes you feel better about yourself

I'll blow all my money
Politely blow all these men
Don't expect much more from me
That's just the person I am
I'll set fire to the orphanage
I'll rave by their graves
Distort minds like a contortionist
Yelling obscenities to their face

If it makes you feel better about yourself
If I make myself the antichrist seeking help
If I make it so that I'd lie, reside in hell
If it makes you feel better about yourself