Air drying our sheets Covering our gender With an oversized fleece Listening to records that meant something probably When we were twenty-three and horny Smiling with our teeth Habitually repeating I'm a bad bitch, please Us having no money was so fucking funny It never got tired or boring I'm pulling on holes Of an adult size medium The twenty year old me still in here I'm waking up to a dream sequence Sometimes I can't see me in it Was it a sip of wine or Aperol I remember everything and nothing at all I'm waking up to a dream sequence Sometimes I can't see me in it Was any of it worth it after all? Is my reflection someone else's I stole? But if it's mine can I still keep it If I can't see me in it Texture on our skin We were just at Beechers With a guy to get in Sweating out a fever With our latest imprint Then walking to the after party Now on the other side Of cherry-flavored ChapStick There's some greyish highlights Reminding me that nobody runs faster than time It's heart breaking and reassuring It's sinking in I'm sinking in I'm sinking Pulling on holes Of an adult size medium I really don't know how I got here I'm waking up to a dream sequence Sometimes I can't see me in it Was it a sip of wine or Aperol I remember everything and nothing at all I'm waking up to a dream sequence Sometimes I can't see me in it Was any of it worth it after all? Is my reflection someone else's I stole? But if it's mine can I still keep it? If I can't see me in it Try hards Icons Sunday mornings Super Bowls Turn Ons Tampons Edibles And booty calls I remember it all And I remember nothing How did we get here? Was it luck or something? Was it luck or something? I remember it all And I remember nothing How did we get here? Was it luck or something? Was it luck or something?