Maybe I’m Bitter

If I were an actor
I'd cut off all of my toenails
And put them inside a jar
Tell them it's magical
To be somebody else
To make up someone else's protein
I don't need anything
I, I don't need anything

In the reflection
I thought I looked sixteen years old
And in the distance
You're lying in a circle on the floor
Your toes touching your head
Your limbs wrapped around, open spread
I thought that I liked it
But, I'm realizing maybe I don't
You might not notice
Seems like I'll always stick around
But, this dog bites me
I don't think he likes me
I think that hе doesn't like me
I don't think hе likes me
I think he doesn't like me

As I'm getting older
Noticing how I start to change
Maybe I'm bitter
Maybe I'm meant to be insane
I can't pack my suitcase
I feel like there's cotton in my brain
Maybe I'm dreaming
Maybe I'll go to sleep again

But you said
You're using me
For all of my resources
I'm useful, so use me
And maybe I am, I am, I am, I am, I am

But, in Afro Funk class
Jessica says to channel strength
And courage and confidence
And, hey, that reminds me
I think you don't like me
I think that she doesn't support me
And I know what love's like
I've made friends like family
And I deserve better
I'm sick of the toxins in my life
So I'm trimming the weeds out
I'm trimming the weeds that take, take, take
And you don't ever call me
You don't seem to notice that you're fake
And I think I don't like it
I don't think like it
I think I don't like it
I think I don't like it