All Twos from Sandwich! by sneaky sugars

I wanna be the kind of girlfriend who bakes macarons from scratch
Who separates your darks from lights and tells you which outfits would match
I wanna be the girlfriend who shares her feelings
And it’s not a big deal
And always makes you feel better

I wanna be the kind of girlfriend you would cross an ocean for
I wanna be the kind of girl who’s more than eighty percent sure
I wish we weren’t swimming against the current
I can do it differently
I’ll learn

Uh oh, I’m getting so sad
But when I cry, my baby gets mad
Uh oh, I’m doing it wrong
I’ll figure it out in the next part of this song

Coyotes mate for life, I saw some by the cemetery gates
I sent you photographs of epitaphs and you sent back, “ok”
I wish neuroses came interest free with no fees
I’ve got a stack of bills getting dusty on your window sill

Uh oh, I’m getting so sad
But when I cry, my baby gets mad
Uh oh, I’m doing it wrong
I want what I’m not supposed to want

Want what I’m not supposed to want
Want what I’m not supposed to
You said what you’re not supposed to say
Said what you’re not supposed to
The bell went “ding” in the wrestling ring
We’re standing on all twos
You’re looking at me
Looking at you
Looking at me
Looking at you
Looking at me
Looking at you
Looking at me
Looking at you
Looking at me
Looking at you
Looking at me

My baby’s getting so sad
But when he cries
I get mad! Mad!
I get mad
I get mad

• Alternative
• bedroom
• lofi
• shitty punk
• Austin