Querida Yo

Dear me from the past (what?)
It's your future self talking (how?)
That guy from Friday who wrote to you
Is gonna break our hearts (fuck)
And even if I swore it (who?)
Tommy from last summer (no, no, no, no)
When he disappeared and lied, she was the reason

Psycho bitches of betrayal
Narcissists of religion, oh
Boys who don’t (one, two, three, go)

L-O-V-E worse and worse
Spoiler, but it gets better, oh
Dear me
I’m talking about the one who didn’t screw it up

Mornings with our dog in bed
He says: No makeup, I like you in pajamas
Ugh, did that really happen?
(Love, love, love)
Uh, uh, uh, ah
In bed
Uh, uh, uh, ah
Blah, blah, blah, blah

Psycho bitches of betrayal
Narcissists of religion, oh
Boys who don’t

L-O-V-E worse and worse
Spoiler, but it gets better, oh
Dear me
I’m talking about the one who didn’t screw it up

Blah, blah, blah, blah
Uh, uh, uh, ah
In bed
Uh, uh, uh, ah
Blah, blah, blah, blah

Psycho bitches of betrayal
Narcissists of religion, oh
Boys who don’t

L-O-V-E worse and worse (worse? No!)
Spoiler, but it gets better (oh), oh
Dear me (dear me, who?)

I hit snooze, snooze, snooze
On my alarm to die
When I met you
I hit snooze, snooze, snooze
On my alarm to die
When I met you
I swear it won’t be long