I Can't Wait to Be British

Told myself I'd get tattoos if I just had a flatter stomach
 Said that I'd experiment, but only when I went to college
 Yesterday I ate too much, today I think I'll skip my dinner
 Yeah, I know I'm talented, but not as good as Phoebe Bridgers
 Nothing ever really makes sense
 I don't want it all to make sense
 Nothing ever really makes sense
 I don't like it when it makes sense
 Dumb girl, do you know what you're saying?
 Don't talk so that I can explain to you
 I know that you think that you'd be hotter with an English accent
 Sad girl, don't you know you're not happy?
 Break down, baby, that's just a part of you
 You're so smart, but you sound crazy
 Looking for the answer, saying, "I can't wait to be British"
 I swear I have my mother's eyes
 And share her sense of self-delusion
 She never saw how beautiful she is and it was so confusing
 Nothing like invisible and made-up rules you learn to follow
 Once I get to London, I'll pretend that I do not have problems
 'Cause nothing ever really makes sense
 And I don't want it all to make sense
 Nothing ever really makes sense
 I don't like it when it makes sense
 Dumb girl, do you know what you're saying?
 Don't talk so that I can explain to you
 I know that you think that you'd be hotter with an English accent
 Sad girl, don't you know you're not happy?
 Break down, baby, that's just a part of you
 You're so smart, but you sound crazy
 Looking for the answer, saying, "I can't wait to be British"
 When you say that "I can't wait to be British"
 I'll be happy, and pretty, and charming, and skinny
 Totally rich with my very own money
 I'll be so successful, and humble, and lucky
 My boyfriend will love me and think that I'm funny
 Sound like I'm wiser and look like I'm younger
 Probably be better friends with my mother
 I won't be afraid of myself or the end
 Even though what I say doesn't make any sense
 Nothing we say makes sense
 Nothing we say
 Nothing we say makes sense
 Nothing we say makes sense