Trailing busloads, all the kids at home, all the kids who've heard my nameBeen asking their friends a lot about me, do you think she'll make it big, it's okayYou can tell me, I won't tell her if you don'tThey're getting desperate trying to find someone who doesn't think soThey've been dropping surveys in mailboxes, waiting outside a hundred garagesHoping someone won't finally knock it, too threatened to ever drop itThey fill a box while I'm pouring out of spigotsThey're scared of parking too close and getting ticketsI'm scared of pulling triggers, scared of it slipping through my fingersI won't have any time to pause if I heard my nameAnd how many clouds of who could even know about meThey got the first to door up, they got the first to door downcereals for the house, and nobody's getting outI'm way bigger than a unicorn and the whole of the stateThoughts and the curve, our bedding with the chilled champagneDreaming of bitter ends and toasting falling friendsNausea, bruised, tiptoes, though all the kids I knowAre gonna talk about me anywayI could stand in the corner all night long behind the drunk girls dancingAnd they would chitle all about me, while the drunkards get distressedShe thinks she's so good then why hasn't she made it yetI love youI'm leaving, talking dates like they can't wait to see meGetting nervous that I'm getting busyThe mountains with you, it's been pretty chillyHow's Hollywood, are you close to the city?Are you close to the city?Are you close to the city?They found box wine pouring out of spigotsI'm scared of parking too close and getting ticketsI'm scared of pulling triggersScared of it slipping through my fingersI don't have any dorm room walls, they've heard my nameAnd how many clouds of hookah they've been pulling about meThey got the freezer door open, cooling the whole stateLoots in the cover, ready with the chilled champagneDreaming of bitter ends and toasting fallen friendsI guess I ruin their parties when I walk inI guess I ruin their parties when I walk inJust the fact that I'm on my feetMeans I can't raise a glass to my efforts, yeahI got a million eyes staring my wayHating me, it's like I've ruined their holidaysThey call me back so they can push me awayGive me a taste of a thousand ruined holidaysI don't have any dorm room walls, they've heard my nameAnd how many clouds of hookah they've been pulling about meThey got the freezer door open, cooling the whole stateLoots in the cover, ready with the chilled champagneDreaming of bitter ends and toasting fallen friends��