Hurts to Be Alive

(Fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking)
 It fucking hurts to be alive
 Oh, the disposable fragility of life
 And my identity is my mother died
 Anything to distract from being straight and white
 But I want to be the perfect mix
 Of everything fucked up you want to fix
 And my wokeness is a myth
 I'm, oh, so desperate for your love
 And I just want you to love me
 I just want you to love me
 And oh, do you think of me?
 And I just want you to love me
 I just want you to love me
 And to control how you think of me
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 So I'm listing all the qualities
 That make me seem a little more appealing
 No, the future doesn't freak me out
 My boundary issues are solved
 And I'm seeing a therapist
 And I'm considering quitting plastics
 I've gone pescatarian and I'm curious
 And I'm into keeping my body fit
 I'm sex-positive and mysterious
 But am I the perfect mix
 Of everything fucked up, you can't resist?
 My wokeness now so thick
 I'm trudging through it for your love
 And I just want you to love me
 I just want you to love me
 And oh, do you think of me?
 And I just want you to love me
 I just want you to love me
 Control how you think of me
 Standing in the spotlight now
 Not sure of what to say
 Maybe talk about how dating's weird
 Something where everyone can relate
 Okay
 Hey fellas, we can all admit dating during this
 Me Too movement's a little awkward
 (Ooh, ooh)
 You ever notice how the biggest dorks
 Are always the biggest freaks in bed?
 (Ooh, ooh)
 Every time I smoke weed, I tell ya what
 I get the munchies
 (Ooh, ooh)
 Oh, wah-ah-ah-ah!
 And I just want you to love me
 I just want you to love me
 Oh, do you love me?