trustfund collective


I’m sorry that I’m getting chubby
And I cannot always be happy for you
And I am not some lame sorority queen
Taking you home to meet my Daddy

You collect your trustfund, baby
And I’ll be a whore
And we’ll pretend we’re just the same but
I know I know I know I know that

I, I am hiding
The you I show to you is just a lie
You take what you want, you got what you take
You take what you want, you are what you hate
But I got something man, that your fucking cannot buy

You never know what it’s like to be alive

I could scream my truth, if I wanted
Right through your lies
But your baseball bat words, razormouth
Carves your initials bloody in my thighs