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 hold you down
I wanna be the broken love song that feeds your misery
And I can wish all I want, but it won’t bring us together
Plus I know whatever happens to me
I know it’s for the better

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
I 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…