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♪♪

Girl: [ Crying and gasping ]

♪ Joy to the world ♪

♪ The Lord is come ♪

♪ Let Earth receive her king ♪ Are you okay?

Oh, I'm in so much fucking pain!

Sephora's closing.

I'm not gonna let you buy that lip kit full price, by the way.

That'd be, like... [ Moans ]

...against civil rights.

Aaaaah! Are you sure it's just cramps?

'Cause my mom knows someone who got an amoeba

from Panda Express.

It's like someone is sticking one of those

curved Japanese swords up my vagina.

Fuck!

Do you want the rest of the Oxy?

[ Whimpers ]

Here, open the door.

I-I-I can't. I can't move.

I can't -- I can't unlock the door.

Okay, I'll just slide it under.

Think if you snort it it works super fast.

Oh. Ugh. Fuck!

This is fucking true love 'cause this floor's nasty.

Got it? [ Whimpers ]

Oh, God, gross!

Oh, I think I'm gonna throw up.

Are you okay? Aaaah!

Seriously, what is happening?

Aaaaah!

Shut up! The Chipotle woman is looking!

Can you Google "how to give birth"?

What?!

Just do it.

You're having a fucking baby?!

Shut up! You're not pregnant!

You don't even look that fat.

[ Wails ]

Oh, God, no! We have to call 911.

No! We have to call 911.

My parents will fucking kill me!

Fuck. People give birth in cars.

No, you can't give birth in a bathroom.

It fucking happens. It's not a big fucking deal.

How could you not know? What about your period?

I thought I was bleeding. Oh, God, Naomi!

Shut up! Someone is coming.

Uh, no, someone threw up all over the floor in there.

And diarrhea, too.

Oh. [ Moans ]

Tittyfuck cunt nugget. It's not loading.

It's not loading! Welcome to wellness 5G...

Oh, God, it's one of those YouTube videos

where you have to watch the whole fucking ad first.

You can't just skip. Aaah!

Why can you skip some and not others?!

What the fucking fuck!

Fuck! Try WikiHow!

♪♪

♪ I like boys I like pecs ♪

♪ Like them arms when they flex ♪

♪ Like that print in them sweats ♪

♪ Tell them girls, "Thank you, next" ♪

♪ I like when they text me sexy pics of 'em ♪

♪ Like them abs when there's six of 'em ♪

♪ Tell them girls I'm sorry ♪

♪ I like boys Mama, boys like me ♪

♪ I like boys who like boys Mama ♪

♪ Yeah, I like boys who like boys like me ♪

♪ Boys like me ♪

♪ Motherfuckin' boys like me, bitch ♪

This being your third dress-coding offense

in the first month of school,

you need a guidance counselor to sign off on this.

No, please don't make me see Mr. Saltarelli.

That man crushes dreams.

He collects antique dental equipment.

Mr. Saltarelli is dead.

Oh, shit. I'm sorry.

How?

[ Faint pounding ]

Hi.

Hi.

How did Mr. Saltarelli die?

He lost sight of a drone he was flying

and accidentally flew it into his head.

He fell unconscious in his pool and drowned.

Oh, shit.

Yeah.

There was a guy judging the U.S. Open

who died when a player served the tennis ball into his groin.

It's true. His name was Dick.

That's also true.

I'm sorry.

You're the new guidance counselor?

Sam.

Chester.

You know, we're supposed to call teachers by their last names.

Call me Mr. Fanger if it feels more comfortable.

I've always been a bit on the fence about it.

What can I do for you?

You have to sign my slip,

after you make sure that I understand the consequences

of having things like multiple dress-code violations

on my high school record.

Okay, Chester, do you understand the consequences?

Three more, and I am suspended

and waterboarded and put to death or something.

Thing is I am a star water polo player

with a 4.1 GPA,

and my tolerance for giving a fuck is,

like, minimal.

Where do you come down on cursing?

Safe space.

Why do you keep getting dress-coded?

Once for wearing a skirt.

Once for ripped jeans,

which the girls never get in trouble for,

but they said the rips were too close to my ass.

I mean, they didn't use the word "ass."

I think Mr. Saltarelli said "derriere,"

which I had to Google just to make sure

it was French for "ass."

But anyway...

What do you think?

Is this too close to my ass?

What is it about for you?

Ooh. What is it about for me?

I like how you said that all cute and guidance counselor-y.

Is it a drag thing?

Are you into drag? Give to get.

Don't they teach you that in guidance counselor school?

More like how to deal with kids who try to find things out

about your personal life that are none of their business.

Oh. Okay, okay.

So, you know, you being a shady bitch

is only gonna make me like you more.

And if you want to therapize me, I am all over it.

Like, go.

Like, let's get all up close and personal.

You'll need to find someone to lend you something for today.

If I have to wear something from The Gap,

I am blowing my brains out.

That's not a suicidal cry for help,

just to be clear.

But it could be if The Gap is involved.

Where is that?

Oh, Tokyo.

I spent the loneliest year of my life there.

I put it up to remind me that when I feel alone,

I'm never feeling that alone.

Is that, like, a prompt to connect to sad kids?

Oh, boo, you was doin' so good.

My school e-mail address.

If you need anything.

I need a shit-ton of things.

I'm, like, a lot.

[ DUCKWRTH's " Crush" plays ]

♪♪

♪ I can just watch you dance all night ♪

♪ And you would never let me down ♪

♪ You could never let me down ♪

♪ Crush ♪

♪ I can fall in love with you all night ♪

♪ And you would never let me down ♪

♪ A crush is my favorite sound ♪

♪ Crush ♪

♪ You just running through my brain ♪

♪ On it like dew on the window pane ♪

♪ 7:00 am, we was up all night ♪

♪ I was watching you dance ♪

Hey, yo, Chester, over here, man.

Hey, I'll see you at practice.

Alright, bro.

♪ I can just watch you dance all night ♪

♪ And you would never let me down ♪

Hey. Later still good?

Yeah, I'll meet you there.

♪ Crush ♪

♪ I can fall in love with you all night ♪

♪ And you would never let me down ♪

♪ A crush is my favorite sound ♪

♪ Crush ♪ I never planned to crush ♪

♪ But I'm saying all them things to make you blush ♪

♪ This is such a rush ♪

♪ Blood to the head, like I'm upside down ♪

♪ Let you cool down, you ain't a tough guy ♪

♪ Say that ♪

♪ Unless you lookin' for a rough ride ♪

♪ Poppin' wheelies in the sunshine, play that ♪

♪ Put you on my BMX, feel like a Maybach ♪

♪ Ooh, throw it back just like a 8-track ♪

♪ Marvin Gaye, we do it your way ♪

♪ Usher Raymond, do it my way ♪

♪ What happens when you stick that jam ♪

♪ In the middle of the yams? ♪ ♪ Crush ♪

♪ I can just watch you dance all night ♪

♪ And you would never let me down ♪

Can anyone sell me a shirt? I have a dollar.

♪ I can fall in love with you all night ♪

Anyone? ♪ And you would never let me down ♪

-Shirt for a dollar? -Sorry, man.

♪ A crush is my favorite sound ♪

♪ Crush ♪

"Magic Mike" stage show over here.

-Ow! -Just kidding.

I got dress-coded. -Ow!

♪ A crush is my favorite sound ♪

♪ Crush ♪ [ Whistle blows ]

-Alright, let's see it! -Hey!

[ Indistinct shouting ]

You got it, you got it, you got it!

-Nice! -Chester, take the shot!

[ Cheering ]

[ Whistle blows ]

[ Playing in headphones] ♪ Could never let me down ♪

♪ I can fall in love with you all night ♪

♪ And you would never let me down ♪

♪ A crush is my favorite sound ♪

♪ Crush ♪

♪ I can just watch you dance all night ♪

♪ And you would never let me down ♪

♪ You could never let me down ♪

♪ Crush ♪

♪ I can fall in love with you all night ♪

♪ And you would never let me down ♪

♪ A crush is my favorite sound ♪

[ Laughs ] I can't believe we got past!

I've been wanting to see this one so bad!

[ Laughing ]

[ Siren wails in distance ]

[ Jackhammering and horns honking in distance ]

Yo.

Yes! [ Laughs ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Electricity buzzing ]

Ah-ooooo-oooooooo!

♪♪

♪ Push, press ♪

♪ More, less ♪

[ Tires screech, horn honks ]

Fuck! Sorry.

♪ What's your pleasure? ♪

♪ Stop, go, fast, slow ♪

♪ Here together ♪

♪ What's your pleasure? ♪

[ Indistinct talking ]

Hey, I'm Riley.

Oh, nice to meet you.

Nathan's not here yet. Alright.

Uh, there's stuff to drink inside. Cool.

That girl, the one wearing way too much pink -- she's got weed.

She steals it from her parents, but she'll charge you...

while making low-key homophobic jokes.

She thinks it's okay 'cause she has two dads.

Uh, well, maybe they're those self-hating gays.

It's, like, a whole thing.

I'm really glad you came.

Thank you.

Don't break Nathan's heart.

Yeah, I feel like in general I don't want to mess with you.

[ Laughter ]

[ Indistinct talking ]

Let's fuck those turtles up!

[ Cellphone buzzing ] Girl: Ah!

Group: Ooooh!

♪♪

Hello?

This is Sam, your guidance counselor.

I got the picture you sent.

Uh, shit. And you thought...what?

I need to know if you're okay.

I was worried.

Um, it's -- it's -- it's called rooftopping.

It's just a thing that people do.

[ Chuckling ] You can Google it.

How did you get my number?

I called your house. Your grandma gave it to me.

Look, I need to meet with you Monday.

Why?

Send a picture like that, I'm doing something about it.

I have to.

No, you don't.

I have to.

Okay, I love me a good savior complex,

but you're really pushing it.

I know people who've tried to hurt themselves.

I don't -- I don't mess around with stuff like this.

Um...

well, that's not me.

I'm relieved to hear it,

but I'd still like to meet with you.

You said, "This is what loneliness looks like."

Meaning it's fucking beautiful.

Um...

Yeah.

I'll meet with you Monday.

I appreciate you being honest.

No one ever is.

I'll always be honest with you.

You just might not always like it.

Bye.

[ Cellphone squawking ]

Chingada! Sorry.

That's okay.

Girl: Hey, are you even real right now?

♪♪

I wasn't invited.

♪♪

♪ Everything won't go right ♪

♪ But still I learn ♪

♪ Even though I'm here on Earth ♪

♪ Heaven is the place I'm worth ♪

♪ I'll make it work ♪

-Hi. -Nathan?

-Sorry. -Hey, how's it going?

I'm having the worst night of my life.

Wait, are you crying?

No, I-I just got something in my eye.

Fuck. It sucks.

Wait a minute, I want to talk to you.

-Can you take a picture of us? -Seriously?

I just said I was having the worst night of my life.

This might be the worst night of your life.

Actually, no, that might be

when your old youth pastor messages you on Grindr.

Okay, we're ready. [ Chuckles ]

But...my point is,

for the most part, it only goes up, right?

And you should get a picture to remember

that you'll never feel that bad again.

I'm not really following you.

That's okay.

[ Cellphone vibrates ]

♪♪

Girl: You ready?

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

[ Laughs ]

What does it look like?

[ Laughter ]

[ Speaks Spanish ]

♪ I like boys I like pecs ♪

♪ Like them arms when they flex ♪

♪ Like that print in them sweats ♪

♪ Tell them girls, "Thank you, next" ♪

See you guys later.

♪ I like when they text me sexy pics of 'em ♪

♪ Like them abs when there's six of 'em ♪

♪ Tell them girls I'm sorry ♪

♪ I like boys Mama, boys like me ♪

Um, hi.

Um, those portraits you took of Lucía are amazing.

You're so talented. Oh, that's so sweet.

I barely had to do anything. Her eyes are gorgeous.

I'm obsessed with her.

Here, I'll show you.

This is the most amazing picture I've ever seen.

[ Both laugh ]

Oh, shoot, that's out of focus.

Oh, no, I didn't like that one. Yeah.

I'm sorry, I just... No. Yeah.

It's -- the focus is weird.

Oh, yeah, you're right. This one.

This is the amazing one.

Yeah.

Are you coming tonight?

Definitely.

Cool.

Ana, can you help me with my makeup?

What the fuck? Yes.

[ Laughs ]

[ Radio playing Paulina Rubio's "Yo Yo Siga Aquí ]

♪ Pensaré si queda alguna manera ♪

♪ Pensaré si queda alguna manera ♪

♪ Pa' que te fijes en mí y entonces me quieras ♪

[ Gunfire ]

The guns.

Tonight we're gonna have a little kiki

about toxic masculinity.

[ Speaks Spanish ]

[ Gunfire and screaming ]

Go like this.

Now go like that.

More.

[ Laughs ]

Not too much makeup, okay?

Do you tell a banker how to count money?

Shut the fuck up.

Who is she?

Who?

The girl I'm beating your face for.

Oh, uh, it's not for anyone.

It's just, you know, a party.

Bitch, please.

I'm your aunt, not your mother.

I don't care.

Am I supposed to tell you to be home at a certain time?

-No. -11:00!

I'm gonna fucking kill you.

How about 1:00?

Thank you.

You talk to her today?

Who?

Tu mamá.

Uh-huh.

It's too stressful.

I don't know what to say to her on the phone.

She just starts crying.

What the fuck, Greta? No seas egoísta.

I am not selfish!

I don't know what to say to her on the phone.

Why are you yelling at me?

Put yourself in her shoes.

Why do you care about her?

-She's your mother. -She's a total bitch to you.

You watching us while she's gone

is, like, her nightmare.

Yeah, mine, too.

[ Banging ]

[ Baby crying in distance ]

[ Dog barking ]

[ Cellphone squawking ]

[ Party music playing in distance ]

Chingada! Sorry.

That's okay.

Girl: Wait, are you even real right now?

Hi! Oh, my God.

Your tits look so good.

And, um, can we talk about that crop top?

I hate it when hot guys go queeny.

Like, stay with me, baby.

Be a man.

Do your dads care that you say shit like that?

Seriously, you're such a bigot.

How can I be a bigot?

My parents are fags.

♪♪

Hey, there you are.

Wait, are you okay?

Oh, my God. [ Laughs ]

I'm so sorry. [ Clattering ]

Wait, one second. D-Don't move, okay?

I'll be right back.

Hi, hi, are you okay?

-I'm alright. -I'm texting Chester right now.

Don't worry about Naomi. You don't need a twin.

You have me. -I'm fine.

Nathan: I just got something in my eye.

Hi. Sorry.

Are you okay?

Chester: Nathan?

Family drama.

Hey, how's it going? Oh. That sucks.

Wait, are you crying?

-My mom recently got, um -- -Fuck.

Wait a minute. I want to talk to you.

Can you take a picture of us?

Yeah, one second.

This might be the worst night of your life.

Are you sure you're okay?

Actually, no, that might be

when your old youth pastor...

Yeah.

Okay, we're ready.

But my point is...

♪ It's okay, it's okay ♪

You ready?

[ Camera shutter clicks ] [ Woman moans ]

Man: Oh, yeah. You want pussy and dick, don't you?

Woman: You like that double Happy Meal.

You want to order a burger, a hot dog,

and all the soda!

[ Shudders ] Man: Oh, fuck!

Ah! [ Shudders ]

[ Moaning ]

Man: Doggone it, Naomi, that credit card's

for emergencies only.

Naomi: It was an emergency, Dad!

At bleepin' Nordstrom's? [ Woman screaming ]

Yes, at bleepin' Nordstrom's, Dad!

If you had a bleepin' monthly visitor

and you were wearing white pants,

you might have to go to bleepin' Nordstrom's!

So yeah, it -- it was a bleep--

Megan: I'm gonna be in school today for a fundraising meeting,

so I can take you and your sister

to church for the rehearsal.

Please wear a collared shirt -- makes you look taller.

We have to leave right after school, so meet me out front.

What did I say?

-Meet you out front. -Were you talking to me?

Right after school. No.

Why are they having a rehearsal

when the wedding is two weeks away?

Because we're organized,

and because I have the mayor's prayer breakfast to deal with,

and there are already 1,500 RSVPs.

Oh. [ Exhales ]

Mm.

Oh, no. Please, no.

-What? -Nothing.

Megan: I'm gonna be at school today for a fundraising meeting,

so I can take you and your brother

to the church for rehearsal, okay?

And please wear the pleated skirt.

It's so nice for your knees.

What's the purple dot for?

-Will you taste this, honey? -Um, eggs.

Venmo me... I can take you and your brother to the church

for the rehearsal, okay?

So meet me out front, okay? What did I say?

-[ Snorts ] -Wow.

Will you put down your phones, please, and listen to me?

It's very frustrating, you know,

that you insist on seeing me in this way.

I am a loose person

with a wide range of interests.

I'm blessed with many, many friends.

I-I do appreciate modern art.

I adore the Spanish language.

You know, I'm -- I'm a fully formed person,

and yet you two -- you insist on seeing me

like this -- this stick figure,

and it's very...

it's frustrating.

We weren't even talking about you.

Father: Nathan.

If I ever start scheduling sex dates on a white board,

please just, like, stab me repeatedly.

Same. Also, why did they choose purple?

I loved purple.

And now every time I see purple,

I think about Dad ramming Mom.

Oh, look, there's Jack.

Could he be hotter?

You can hang with us, you know.

I don't wanna third wheel.

Whatever. He knows we talk about everything anyway.

I mean, I tell you more than you tell me,

but that's just 'cause you're not getting any.

Literally all you're getting is hickeys.

He wants me to blow him.

But I don't know. Dicks are not cute.

Is he even circumcised?

God, you're nasty.

Hi. -Hey.

-Hi. -What's up, baby?

-Hi. -How you doing?

[ School bell rings ]

♪ I like boys ♪

Riley: Oh, shit.

See, I don't find a crop top on a guy sexy.

No, I agree, but the ballsiness is...

and the zero body fat.

Jesus, can you please invite him to your party tonight?

No, I'm not gonna invite him.

I don't know him.

Naomi hates me.

She low-key hates everyone.

Also, she can't start dating and then ignore me

and all of a sudden stop watching "The Bachelor"

with me in season 23

and then be jealous of me having friends.

Greta: Um, hi.

Um, that Lucía picture you took is amazing.

You're so talented.

Oh, thanks.

Are you coming tonight?

Definitely.

Cool.

Nathan: What a fucking hero.

Riley, you need to invite him.

I'm not gonna invite him.

What's this gonna say?

[ School bell rings ]

You're reviewing last night's homework,

numbers 4, 6, 7, and 8.

I had trouble with number 8.

She's so annoying.

Okay, let's talk about it.

Okay, "The ratio of boys to girls in a physics class is 3:1.

If six students are absent and the total class number

is divisible by six, how many students are girls?"

What's the problem, Delilah?

The problem is

we don't live in a world of just boys and girls.

What about non-binary kids?

Well, let's assume that all the students

in this fictitious class are straight.

I think the word you meant to say is cisgender,

but anyways, solving the problem,

there are apparently 36 boys

and apparently 12 girls in a physics class,

which, when you think about it, is pretty anti-feminist.

And, like, what about the six absent kids?

Is anyone else thinking they didn't show up

because they are non-binary

and felt sick of getting bullied

by douchey cisgender kids?

Well, um, moving on to problem 9.

Actually, I also had trouble with number 9.

"Magic Mike" stage show over here.

Girl: Ow!

Arianna: What is this?

Naomi: Bitch, they're hickeys. Come on.

Oh, my God, I heard if the hickeys are long and skinny

it means he's a sociopath.

But if they're round, he's a normal guy.

They look kinda long and skinny.

Really?

Also, a New Zealand woman had a stroke

because of a hickey, okay?

-You're joking. -So be careful.

His mouth is lethal.

-What are you doing? -It's funny.

No, it's not funny! Give me your phone.

-No. -Give me your phone!

No! Why do you have to be such a douche?

Fuck you!

Fine, snitch on me to Mom again.

I don't care!

Priest: Okay, how's everybody feeling?

A little nervous? It's normal.

Okay, so I'll make a brief intro,

then I'll say a few words about you...

Nathan: Oh.

...about how much your family has meant to this church.

Megan: Oh, please, no, no, no, no.

No, you don't have to say anything.

I couldn't possibly dominate this.

It's not about me.

-You know -- -It's about Natalia.

This is Natalia's day.

I do need to say something, Megan and Mark. No.

My goodness, what you have done for us --

No, really, please, it's not -- it's -- we do what we can.

Okay, so I'll be reading from 1 Corinthians.

"Love is patient, love is kind.

It does not envy, it does not boast,

it is not proud.

It is not rude, it is not self-seeking,

it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.

It always protects, always trusts,

always hopes, always perseveres."

Can you please just keep it a secret?

You just said you're not gay.

I'm not!

Why would you even record that?

For the same reason you took the picture.

-It was a joke! -Me too!

How was I supposed to know I was recording gay porn?

It's not gay.

A guy sending a guy dick pics?

What could be gayer than that?

Why wouldn't you tell me?

There's nothing to tell. I tell you everything.

I told you I might even touch a dick.

Okay, well, maybe touching a dick is very different.

Oh, my God.

If you want to do secrets and shit, fine, we'll do it.

I just -- I thought we were --

What?

I don't know, like, not like that.

But if you show anyone that picture,

I will project this video on top of the fucking school.

[ Party music playing ]

[ Tires screech, horn honks ]

Fuck! Sorry.

♪♪

♪ Here together ♪

Oh, hey. I totally crashed.

♪ Here together ♪

♪ What's your pleasure ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

Let's fuck those turtles up!

♪ Look so pretty dancing sideways ♪

Hey, Jack, can I, um, talk to you for a minute?

Yeah.

♪ Spin me 'round so I'm unwinding ♪

♪ Can you tell it's real? ♪

♪ I know the way to make you happy ♪

This is, um...

Do you feel shitty?

'Cause I feel shitty, and Naomi saw the chat --

She's not gonna find out.

And it's not like it means anything, right?

It's just -- just a hookup?

Yeah.

[ Both breathing heavily ]

Mm, mm. Sorry.

It's okay.

Do you want to?

I don't know, um...

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Grunts ]

Oh, dude, you just came in my fucking eye!

Oh!

Riley: Wait, one second, okay?

Hold on. I'll be right back.

Hey. Are you okay? I'm fine.

Okay, I'm texting Chester right now.

You gotta talk to him before he leaves.

Hey, don't worry about Naomi.

You don't need a twin. You have me.

I'm fine, I just need some water.

♪♪

♪♪

-Hi. -Nathan?

Hey, how's it going?

Wait, are you crying?

No, I'm having the worst night of my fucking life.

Fuck! Riley: That sucks.

Wait a minute, I want to talk to you.

Hey, can you take a picture of us?

-Yeah, one second. -Seriously?

I just said I was having the worst night of my life.

You might be having the worst night of your life.

Actually, no, that might be

when your old youth pastor messages you on Grindr.

But my point is...

♪ Been living on a prayer all along ♪

♪ I can't erase my life ♪

♪ Everything won't go right ♪

♪ But still I learn ♪

♪ Even though I'm here on Earth ♪

♪ Heaven is the place I'm worth ♪

♪ I'll make it work ♪

♪ I wanna change, my lover ♪

♪ Even in the days I suffer ♪

♪ I can't get worse ♪

...that you'll never feel this bad again.

I'm not really following you.

It's okay.

But will you remind me tomorrow?

It sounds like something I really want to remember.

♪ It's all good, it's okay ♪

♪ Everything is going my way ♪

♪ And when it's over ♪

Riley: You ready?

♪ And make it to a brand new day ♪

♪ And then she'll say ♪

[ Sheets rustling ]

How badly did I embarrass myself in front of Chester?

You were fine. He liked you.

But?

But nothing.

But what?

He said you were really sweet.

Did you actually tell Naomi you're bi?

No.

I can't believe I hooked up with Jack.

It's okay.

It's really not.

If I had a sister, I would literally do nothing

but fuck her boyfriends.

[ Laughs ] Yeah?

Yeah.

Did you have fun at your party?

Not in a life-altering way.

But yeah, it was fun.

You should go back to bed.

Will you sleep next to me?

Sure.

In a bit.

[ Renforshort's "I Drive Me Mad" plays ]

♪♪

♪ I can't quite help it ♪

♪ It's overwhelming ♪

♪ Sometimes I wanna stick a cigarette in my ♪

♪ Eyes closed, not sleeping ♪

♪ It's just hard being human ♪

♪ Some days I wake up and I feel like I just wanna ♪

♪ Dye my hair neon green ♪

♪ So I can forget I'm me ♪

♪ Don't wanna think about drinking a glass of gasoline ♪

♪ I'm hyperventilating, pacing ♪

♪ I'm losing my patience ♪

♪ Feeling bad about shit I didn't do ♪

♪ So dramatic, panicked, ♪

♪ I got pre-traumatic ♪

♪ Stress 'cause nothing happened yet ♪

♪ But it did in my head ♪

♪ I drive me mad ♪

♪ I drive me absolutely crazy ♪

♪ I feel bad ♪

♪ For you 'cause I'm so fucking paranoid and sad ♪

♪ All the time, you could blame it on my mind ♪

♪ And now I'm mad ♪

♪ I drive me mad ♪

♪ Ah-ah-ah ♪

♪♪

♪ Ah, ah-ah-ah ♪

♪ Ah-ah-ah ♪

♪ I feel bad for you ♪

♪ You-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ You-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ 'Cause I drive me mad, too ♪ ♪ I drive me mad ♪

♪ You-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ You-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ 'Cause I drive me mad, too ♪ ♪ I drive me mad ♪

♪ I drive me absolutely crazy, I feel bad ♪

♪ For you 'cause I'm so fucking paranoid and sad ♪

♪ All the time, you could blame it on my mind ♪

♪ Now I'm mad ♪

♪ I drive me mad ♪

♪ Ah-ah-ah ♪