Confetti for Myself

[Verse 1]
Four pairs of sneakers
Not a single smudge inside
I'm locked away inside my castle for the night

[Chorus]
What’s the use in fashion if you've got no eager people to impress
I'm shredding up my dress to make confetti for myself

[Verse 2]
The kettle’s crying and the ceiling fan is slow
I dream of all the foreign places we could go

[Chorus]
What's the use in dreamin' if you've got no hopeful feelin's to express
I'm shredding up my dress to make confеtti for myself

[Verse 3]
Five hundred photographs all blеached out by the sun
I've painted pentagrams on each and every one

[Chorus]
What's the use in tryin’ if you’ve got no eager people to impress
I'm shredding up my dress to make confetti for myself