After the apocalypse,

there'll be a permanent eclipse,

the sky will no longer be sunny.

Well, I'm that girl who thinks that's funny.

When things are blue and dark,

I dance in a burning park.

Yeah, I lit the spark—

don't be a narc.

People call me dumb,

but I'm just numb

when it comes to sorrow,

to the idea of no tomorrow.

I'm that girl

who scratches stars

on shiny cars.

I love you, I really do,

but if you go first,

I'll piss on your grave.

They call me cursed

when I misbehave.

But really,

I'm just that girl.