Lyrics

You get high off of thomas' EpiPen
You took your tests and exchanged them for a bit of fent
Engraved your name out of silver on my wrist
You were first and I was always second

(1, 2, 3, 4)

I got drunk off of the books and pens and equations
While you were chatting and setting playdates with your friends
Every test it was one off from 100%
You did better than me in all of them
It sucks, I know, tough luck
But if you were in my position, you would give up
Have sex with all your friends and you're still at the top
For me, seconds not enough

Every hour you're just better
Every minute, I'm just worse
Every second, written letter
All spent tryna become yours

Tryna become yours
Tryna become yours
Tryna become yours
Tryna become yours