Let me tell you a story Girl feels alone in her own head, gets out to see Spiderverse Feels the gravity when the main characters converse Something bout the way that the story's told Makes it feel so important Makes her feel in a vortex Then she's like "Man, I love stories Why We Tell Stories would be a cool song name but why do we tell stories?" Why do we tell stories? It feels like magic, what's the equation? What's the feeling when my chest is raising? Something I'm craving Other worlds Stories like diamonds, stories like pearls François [] was born in a tiny French village Always a good boy, never did pillage In spite of that he got sent to a boarding school He told me stories bout it, it was really not cool Teacher kept him after class first day Just to tell him that his name sounded like "poop", not great He never did escape Brothers he had like 3 Because he was the middle one, he had to be a priest Spent over a year in priest school Same shit again I don't know what happened but he quit Guess he got sick of their shit Went to school so he could be a doctor Met my grandma there, he probably felt like he copped her Flash forward a bunch of years, it's his time to die He's on his deathbed but you'll never see him cry One day he Calls for his granddaughter, well he thinks grandson When his son dies she'll probably get a grand sum But for now He just shares a beer with her Her first and last one He's like "I wanna tell you a story About a friend of the family, you can always call on him A Father I met back in priest school We go back many years, we're cool" Then he pauses Drifts off Dismisses me but he's not pissed off I asked my grandma bout it she didn't really know Jogged her memory a little she was like "Oh" "Well I know the guy, I don't know the story" About a week later I get a text From my aunt, "Grandpa has left" He never told me the story Why do we tell stories? It feels like magic, what's the equation? What's the feeling when my chest is raising? Something I'm craving Other worlds Stories like diamonds, stories like pearls One day, I was like 4 I did some shit I'd done before I bit a guy Don't know why I got scolded I got molded My dad told me a story He said "When I was your age, maybe a lil older I was like you, maybe feeling even bolder I beat up a guy and that was wrong Don't wanna be like me, don't wanna sing the sorry song" That stayed with me That aged with me Fast forward a couple years Come to my parents with a couple tears Cause I was getting bullied real bad It was making me real sad My dad says "Listen kid, let me tell you a story About a time for me where things got a bit gory This guy called my sister a slut and said she's going to Hell So I beat the shit out him, I stood up for myself" That story sounded awfully familiar I asked him, he confirmed the stories weren't just similar It was the same story Is that why we tell stories? It feels like magic, what's the equation? Is it mostly used as a tool of persuasion? To shape the world Cutting like steel, shining like a pearl Here's another one Girl gets born in Paris Moves to Korea, moves back to Paris Then to Havana, then to Mexico Then to Texas Gets kicked out Texas Keeps on piling up exes Keeps on piling up problems Doesn't know how to solve em Nobody does But she's made a few friends and the world seems a little less scary People to fall back on when things get hairy And sometimes, she tells them stories Of the way things were before them Back when she thought any kind of relevance she might ever have would be post-mortem It's a way to relate It's a way to escape It's a way to express All the places she's been All the people she's been All the things inside You can tell stories about it or you can run and hide And that's why we tell stories It feels like magic, what's the equation? "Remember that time? I sure do" If you tell them right those stories outlive you

Used to be on some shit but it hasn't started I keep having bad dreams where I'm the target I keep having good dreams where I'm at Target Either way I wake up and there is no target I'm Porpentine with a nosebleed Julien Baker with a sprained ankle Can't stand these people, wanna go sleep Please shut the fuck up, don't make this painful Disappointment is the inevitable byproduct of human interaction I ain't got time for motherfuckers farming interactions Can't you feel it? Everybody's got a stretched smile Think self deprecation's gonna save you, this ain't 8 Mile Looking outside and man I'm tired of this shit Bought a .45 cause I'm a girl with a dick That's a lie The way things are going though I might Self defense, that's my american reflex Tay said give em hell like All American Rejects Keep on having annoying dreams about weird sex I'm tryna change the game with no plugins, just presets Used to have bruises ain't know where they came from Give you bruises you gon know where it came from Broke in spirit bitches act like Mickey Mouse, you should be modest Talk shit but ain't got the body of a goddess At least I still got the mind I need you to stop playing bout mine