[Verse 1]
Playing solitaire in restaurants
No one’s really watching still I sense that I’ve been messing up
Human but day by day I’m feeling like I’m less of one
Sent all my best friends presents yet I’m disappointing everyone
Got no direction someone summon Nora Ephron
Beer pong’s how I learned the capital of Lebanon
Basically we’re Lennon John, young & dead and gone
Whiskey tipsy keep on slipping don’t know which end of the bed I’m on
Calories, Valeries in malls smoking on Cali weed
How can you complain when you’ve made up all your realities?
Ballerinas balancing, validating maladies
Barfing up their salad greens par for mister balanchine
I text a lot of boys, but I rarely fuck em
Ducking clouds, breaking down, got my head up in an oven
Shut my mouth, blacking out, yeah my brain is fucking bludgeoned
Though I’ve had my doubts I know my stuff is straight disgusting
And I mean that in the best way
Flipping shit like burgers or fake furs or a sex change
Right onto the next phase, got my buddies in the backseat
Don’t like what I do then get your lips up off my ass cheek
[Chorus]
Rocks in my shoes, stones in my pockets
Lost and confused, cold and forgotten
Yeah, that’s me
I try to look alive but I’m half asleep
[Verse 2]
Baby’s got a nosebleed, talking to a lead pipe
Strangers think they know me, photos of my best side
Fit into my old jeans, haven eaten in like
3 days you say I’m looking sick well shit you’re dead right
Father’s vices, but my mama’s heart so I’ve feeling like
Penitent a million nights sipping on these miller lights
Wishing it was back to mash & after class & pillow fights
Feeling violated so I memorized the Bill of Rights
Kids I grew up with, perspective busted
& now like half of them are fat, that’s fucking justice
Swear I’m on the cusp of something great, least I hope I am
Trying to get a couple butts to shake til I’m broke again
Compliments they’re never sinking in I’m drinking gin
And wondering why every night I bend over the sink again
Thinking I’m in love so my irises been twinkling
But he don’t feel the same, guess I’m permanently single then
My anxiety been fucking with me awfully
Should I be taking medications, doctor probably
Wanted everything under the sun guess I’ll settle for some Foster’s Freeze
But life’s gravy uh I’m trying to find a man & hop in his Mercedes
All my no ways been turning into maybes
I thought I told you I was fucking crazy
[Chorus]
Rocks in my shoes, stones in my pockets
Lost and confused, cold and forgotten
Yeah, that’s me
I try to look alive but I’m half asleep
I got rocks in my shoes, stones in my pockets
Lost and confused, cold and forgotten
Yeah, that’s me
I try to look alive but I’m half asleep
When people want to lose weight, they often starve themselves. It actually doesn’t work, because your body goes into starvation mode and saves as much fat as possible.
She’s decided to stop eating, so she could fit into old clothes, but she looks sick- and it’s becoming noticeable to others.


i’ve been friends with the same people for a long time
& i’ve only ever had one car
so they’ve been riding in the same backseat for like 10 years
Flipping has several meanings. K.Flay is flipping bars (A.K.A rapping) but she is doing it as easily as she could be flipping burgers on a grill, illegally selling fake fur coats or performing a sex change operation.
i think everyone should feel like this sometimes,
because it’s probably true
life is this weird mix of caprice & gravity. one minute you’re wandering aimlessly, happily, the next you’re faced with some weird dark shit. i wanted to play with the duality of weight here, how mass can be both light & heavy at the same time
i’m trying not to have a baby right now i can barely feed myself

LOWERED EXPECTATIONSSSSSS
John Lennon famously died young after being shot by Mark David Chapman at the age of forty. The words ‘dead and gone’ are frequently also used to mean intoxicated to an extreme. Hence K.Flay and her friends are like John Lennon in the sense that they are young (literally) & dead and gone (colloquially).
aka saturday morning
i’ve actually already had an endoscopy. they didn’t give me enough anesthesia & i woke up during the procedure
it was kind of scary
but also kind of interesting
if you haven’t read the bell jar,
you probably should

Nora Ephron is a director (although more prominently a writer) of romantic films. She would most likely be able to give K.Flay’s life some direction, notably romantic direction which is a concurrent theme in this song.
The compliments that she receives don’t really get implanted into her mind, so she just sticks to alcohol. When she’s had too much, it turns into alcohol poisoning which makes her puke.

i guess this whole first bit is about isolation, now that i look at it. there’s nothing more pathetic than playing a game for one in a room filled with dozens. funny how everybody feels alone, but uniquely so
with me, i feel a duality between destructive behavior & responsibility. so i drink miller lights & feel guilty
though in actuality i prefer budweiser in a bottle
to any/all people under the age of 18:
the prom queens almost always turn out the worst
i actually knew beirut was a city before beer pong. but i know some people who didn’t know that
george balanchine was a famous ballet choreographer. i think here i was thinking about insular worlds of importance, where people are governed by made up rules that circumscribe entire lives
which is probably just another way of describing everything
mall culture is so insane to me
like, how people just hang out at the mall & smoke weed at the mall & make their money & spend their money at the mall
& probably have epiphanies at the mall too
you know when you’re having a bad day & someone says
‘how are you’
& you say
‘good, how are you’
when really you’re not good at all
yaaaaaa