you seem pretty sad for a girl so in love
↳ lines taken from olivia rodrigo's third studio album, you seem pretty sad for a girl so in love. some edited for clarity and flow.
i know that the bar closes at 11, but i hope you never finish that beer
you know all the words to "just like heaven", and I know why he wrote them now that you're standing right here.
one night I was bored in bed and stalked you on the internet.
i'm the most alive i've ever been, but kiss me and I might drop dead.
i feel like i might throw up.
you're so, so pretty boy, i'm paranoid i made you up.
i've been droppin' hints all night, that i'd love if you held my hand, goddamn.
let's go steady, let's go out.
new york city's never looked so blue.
my friends are smoking blunts in the bathroom.
they say that honest love is a cage that makes you feel free.
all the girls at this party are so cool.
but i can't help but imagine what you say when you speak about me.
you're a spark in the dark, in my clothes, i caught aflame.
you should feel how i feel when somebody says your name.
i'm the car speeding down the boulevard without a brake, and i want you more than any stupid song could ever say.
i want you more than any stupid song could ever say.
my heart made of wax and i'm melting in the sun.
i'm the thread on your shirt and it's coming undone.
i feel right, i feel wrong, i feel totally insane.
so i guess that it's true, time can heal even the worst of wounds.
the clichés i knew seem so commonplace when i saw you.
let's just walk in the dark, hop the fence in the park, baby boy, honeybee, god, i love the way you look at me.
and it's too hard to describe this in a way that feels honest, but even when i'm quiet, i love you, baby, i promise.
and i hope i never see what your face looks like going, a face i swear that i could spend my whole life knowing, here's to hoping.
pick me up, walk me home, man, it feels like god threw me a bone.
sticky sweet, tangerine, would you sit and keep me company?
in the dark, i'm not scared, i just reach and you're right there.
shooting stars, racing cars, everything i own just feels like ours.
my day is so mundane, i don't think i left the house.
drank a pot of coffee, tried to write, nothing came out.
somehow, it's the weekend, i'm still bored out of my skull, and i went to the party but only on principle.
i'm a zombie in my body, i'm a train off of the track.
i feel dirty, i feel rotten, and the colors are all flat.
i'm a sad shell of a woman, and i've got maggots for brains, but that's just a thing that happens in my brain, he goes away.
everything feels moldy like the fruit that's in my fridge.
everything that's funny, i wish i could tell to him.
sometimes, at a low point, i even wish for tragedy, 'cause i know he'd come over and take real good care of me.
what can i do but think of you?
i think that you're killer with your floppy hair.
take me out to dinner, you know you can take me anywhere.
all of my girlfriends roll their eyes and tell me to take it slow this time.
i got a feeling, wounds are healing, talking on the phone.
i know everybody changes but i hope that we don't.
carve our names into the car seat leather, you plus me equals a heart forever.
i like your big sister, she has your same face.
i try to win her over with my cynical humor and yacht rock music taste
all my ex-boyfriends have heard these lines, but i like you better by a million times.
if you buy me silver jewelry and all my favorite cadbury and tell me it again 'bout how we met and that you thought of me.
sometimes i get overwhelmed and way too far, i hurt myself, i often get the feeling that i'll never want somebody else.
they say modern love's a cruel endeavor and to that i say, "fuck it, whatever".
it's a little hard to to stomach all your amateur moves
you're loose with me, like obviously, but you lingering on the edge just like a bad perfume.
it's getting to me, embarrassingly.
here's the part where the girl gets pissed, and the girl is me, did you get that hint?
don't go where you don't belong.
think i can make out how hard you hang on.
kind of insane how you keep calling, but you never get the message.
man, i wonder what you think.
you're sending another poem and think that'll let me go.
maybe you're just tryna to get me riled up now, you're posting another pic, in clothes that i know are his.
well, here's a map of the lines i drew, and some girl steps over and the girl is you.
so, where'd you get that confidence from?
last time that i checked, i won.
let me be direct, "just stop", you're being fucking weird.
maybe I'm a petty bitch, but you made me resort to this, that's it, i win.
it's funny when your mom shows pictures of you in your school clothes, your buzzcut, and scrapes on your knees change, but those eyes, still no.
it's crazy how i used to visit your town like a touris now i got a local grocery store and a favorite florist.
you kiss my neck, may our paths intersect 'til the two lines formed a circle.
i melt with you, you're red and I'm blue, now i see the world in purple.
now a toothbrush, a coat, and pair of shoes all come in double.
we fight over who i'm hanging out with like a real couple.
it's a small world, on and on again, revolve around us two.
it's crazy, i had big dreams 'til i tied myself to you, now I'm all-consumed in.
melt with you 'til it all turns black. are we so in love? are we too attached?
melt with you 'til it all turns black, when you smooth it out, but it feels too flat.
melt with you 'til it all turns black. when you get so close and you can't go back.
melt with you 'til it all turns black, melt with you 'til it just feels sad.
all the pretty girls in the foreground of my mind.
i thought i'd done enough, but they keep moving the line.
i thought I found the antidote this time.
all the nights i spend fighting bad thoughts in my room, feeling so alone, might as well be on the moon.
my head is full of poison and my heart is full of doubt.
i got toxins in my bloodstream; you tried hard to suck them out.
it feels like medication and it's good for me, i'm sure, but it don't matter how your love feels anymore, it'll never be the cure.
used to play a game in my head when I'd date a guy, tally up the girls that he fucked till i start to cry.
why can't you come stitch me up?
why can't it ever be enough?
all that i want is to know undoubtedly that you just have eyes for me.
all that i want is to sit here silently and watch movies on tv.
what a shame, you're not here to witness my devotion, and my endless well of needs.
i'm an anchor in the ocean, you know i could never leave.
so, i'm patient, you're learning, pretend it's not hurting.
they say it's a virtue to not let good love slip away.
so, i'm cool and forgiving, i'll take what you're giving, but nothing's quite enough, when i know that to get it, i begged.
and i have this thought when i lay in bed at night that i feel trapped inside my life.
is that a normal thing to fight back the waves of a static lover's dread?
i'm overwhelmed, i'm underfed, and yet I still cling to hope like snow on mountains.
careless words melt it away.
i'm a penny in a fountain, just waiting on my luck to change.
i'm just staring at the ceiling, can't describe this feeling ii've got in my head.
i'm out of body in my bed and i'm just searching up my symptoms, desperate to fix 'em.
i'll do anything, 'cause lately i've been spiraling.
i'm not feeling like myself and nothing ever seems to help.
went to the doctor and she said i was fine, but every movie that i see makes me cry.
it's like somebody put a weight on my chest.
i should talk to a friend but i can't get out of bed.
my head is spinning and my stomach is sick, say i'm in love, so it's hard to admit.
i can't eat, i can't sleep, i think you're what's wrong with me.
i keep looking for distractions, hope the feeling passes.
i've got to say, it's getting harder every day.
i can't seem to get around it, head just keeps on pounding with the simple thought "what if this isn't what i want?".
i'm not feeling like myself, all amber lights and warning bells.
i'm not feeling like myself and i'm not hiding it well.
i feel it again, edge of the bed.
body and head protesting, my stomach's in knots.
i don't wanna talk, let's just go to bed or something.
maybe it'll fix itself tomorrow, but i've been saying that like every night.
you say you can't stand to watch me cry a minute more, so you do the noble thing and open up the door.
if loving me means letting go and wishing me the best then i guess i wish you loved me less.
i wish you loved me less.
we tried to recreate our favorite date, ut we didn't laugh much this time.
our trip to Big Sur only confirmed this isn't what it should feel like.
maybe i'm a stubborn overthinker but i've been thinking over this a lot.
i could try convincing you they're just intrusive thoughts, but you've seen me truly happy, so you know right now i'm not.
if loving me means crying on the curb at lax, well, then i guess i wish you loved me less.
if loving me means saying "babe, i think this is the end", i guess i wish you loved me less.
i met him at a party, i think he was on drugs.
he wasn't smart or funny, i convinced myself he was.
he had a great apartment, and a car his parents bought, i thought that he was perfect, and now his number's blocked.
took a couple months but now i am secure, i am so evolved, now i ask for more, and more, and more, and more, and more.
i won't settle for a guy with a fake job.
he seems so desperate for loving, but, baby, i'm not.
gave my heart with zero stipulations, now, i take careful consideration.
i'm not kissin' any boy that is passive.
your indecision is painfully unattractive.
past mistakes are just new information.
these days, i've got expectations.
so i hit the new year like a single girl at a vegas bar.
rocking my mini dress with a vodka cran and an open heart.
yeah, i've got hope, yeah, i've got drive, i will not lose my faith.
don't think my future husband is in this bar in Silver Lake
but in a couple months, a man will be the cure, he will be evolved, and i will be adored.
it's a cigarette smoke, it's a smell that i know, it clings to my clothes, seeps into my bones.
it's a real quiet house with the shower left on.
five beers in the fridge and the second car's gone.
i regret you, how long i stayed.
i resent you for not being brave.
tell me something honest so the memories turn dark.
you said that i made loving look easy 'til i made it hard.
give me back my time and i will give you back your heart.
i thought that we played the perfect couple 'til you didn't want the part.
some nights can be so fucking lonely, but it's better than begging for you to stand up for me, honeybee.
i regret you, what i let slide.
i resent you taking her side.
it's bone dry, bitter, and hollow, you'll be miles away tomorrow.
