Artist: Olivia Rodrigo
My day was so mundane, I don't
think I left the house
Drank a pot of coffee, tried to
write, nothing came out
Somehow, it's the weekend, I'm still
bored out of my skull
only on principle
Empty, look at me
I'm a zombie in my body, I'm a
train off of the track
I feel dirty, I feel rotten, and the
colors are all flat
I'm a sad shell of a woman and I've
got maggots for brains
But that's just a thing that
happens when my
When my baby goes away
When my baby goes away
He goes away
Everything feels moldy like the
fruit that's in my fridge
I could tell to him
wish for tragedy
'Cause I know he'de ovеr and take
real good care of mе
It's so weird, he's not here
I'm a zombie in my body, I'm a
train off of the track
I feel dirty, I feel rotten,
and the colors are all flat
I'm a sad shell of a woman and I've
got maggots for brains
But that's just a thing
that happens when my
When my baby goes away
When my baby goes away
He goes away, oh
What can I do
But think of you?
But think of you? But
think of you?
What can I do
But think of you? But think of
I'm a zombie in my body, I'm a
train off of the track
I feel dirty, I feel rotten,
and the colors are all flat
I'm a sad shell of a woman
and I've got maggots
for brains
But that's just a thing
that happens when my
When my baby goes away
What can I do When my baby goes away
But think of you?
my baby goes away
What can I do When my baby goes away
But think of you?
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