Fetishizing Struggle

[Verse 1]
Half-asleep, crying in that old bathroom
Then I lean up against the mirror to
See the way I look when I feel like I'm dying
Guess I like the way I look when I've been crying

[Chorus]
And I'm fetishizing struggle in my head
When I could fetishize more fun things instead
Like feet and hair, the taste of sunscreen
Ropes and teeth, the smell of gasoline
And other things that hurt me less

[Verse 2]
(Love is hard)
In my hands, every single word you said
On demand, I can feel like garbage (Love is hard)
In remembering how bad I used to have it
I can relive all my bottom-feeding baggage (Love is hard)

[Chorus]
And I'm fetishizing struggle in my head
When I could fetishize more fun things instead
Like feet and hair, the taste of sunscreen
Ropes and teeth, the smell of gasoline
And other things that hurt me less

[Bridge]
Love is hard to have when it feels good to feel bad
And underlying sadness is productive

[Chorus]
And I'm fetishizing struggle in my head
When I could fetishize more fun things instead
Like feet and hair, the taste of sunscreen
Ropes and teeth, the smell of gasoline
And other things that hurt me less

[Outro]
Than fetishizing struggle
Fetishizing struggle
Fetishizing struggle
Fetishizing struggle