Don't you think that it's boring, how people talk?
Making smart with their words again, well I'm bored
because I'm doing this for the thrill of it,
killing it,
never not chasing a million things I want
and I am only as young as the minute is,
full of it,
getting pumped up on the little bright things I bought
But I know they'll never own me

Baby, be the class clown
I'll be the beauty queen in tears -
It's a new art form, showing people how little we care (yeah)
We're so happy
even when we're smiling out of fear
Let's go down to the tennis court
And talk it up like (yeah)

Pretty soon I'll be getting on my first plane
I'll see the veins of my city
like they do in space
but my head's filling up fast with the wicked games,
up in flames;
how can I fuck with the fun again when I'm known?
And my boys trip me up with their heads again,
loving them,
everything's cool when we're all in line for the throne
But I know it's not forever (yeah)

~

It looked alright in the pictures
Getting caught's half of the trip though, isn't it?
I'll fall apart with all my heart
and you could watch from your window



Produced, Mixed and Engineered by Joel Little
Recorded at Golden Age
Published by Copyright Control / Sony ATV
Vocals by Ella Yelich O'Connor
All Instrumentation by Joel Little
Mastering Engineer: Stuart Hawkes of Metropolis