WaitingRoom

Waiting Room - Phoebe Bridgers

If you were a teacher

I would fail your class

Take it over and over

'Til you noticed me

If you were a waiting room

I would never see a doctor

I would sit there

With my first

Aid kit and bleed

I want to be the power ballad

That lifts you up

And holds you down

I wanna be the broken love

Song that feeds your misery

And I can wish

All that I want

But it won't

Bring us together

Plus I know

Whatever happens to me

I know it's for the better

And when broken bodies

Are washed ashore

Who am I to ask for more

More more

But you're breathing

In my open mouth

You're the gun in my lips

That will blow my brains out

I want to make you drive

All night just because

I said maybe you

Should come over

Want to make you fall

In love as hard as my

Poor parents

Teenage daughter

She'll be the best you

Ever had if you let her

I know it's for the better

Know it's for the better

Know it's for the better

Know it's for the better

Know it's for the better

Know it's for the better

Know it's for the better

Know it's for the better

Know it's for the better

Know it's for the better

Know it's for the better

Know it's for the better

Know it's for the better

Know it's for the better

Know it's for the better

Know it's for the better

Know it's for the better

Know it's for the better

Know it's for the better

Know it's for the better