My notebook is insane
Filled with half-baked lines I wrote to myself
Imagery that reframes life
Every time I touch a pen to paper
I'm just tryin' to feel something
Life's a movie that I rewrote myself
Labels still think it's make-believe
But every time I touch a pen to paper
I go in
Truth comes out
The third act and the second act
And maybe it's the final act
Ohh
I go in
Truth comes out
All the layers that I'm made of
Every mistake I got away from
I go in
Truth comes out
I go in
Truth comes out
My phone's a concession stand (Stand)
Stirrin' up things I fear when I'm not distracted
Sometimes I think the hate brings me back to present
But
Really
I've just been escapin' for a second
And
Baby
You can send them in
Ohh
The lower-class hate
It's just happenin'
Ohh
Designed to make you less than
Yeah
There's strength for workin' class and true femininity
To all I'll just say thanks for demonstrating what not to be
I feast on their fangs of misogyny
A life of sex and worms
I can't relate to it
I can't relate to it
I go in
Truth comes out
The third act and the second act
And maybe it's the final act
Ohh
I go in
Truth comes out
All the layers that I'm made of
Every mistake I got away from
I go in
Truth comes out
I go in
Truth comes out