Whitmer Thomas

Hurts To Be Alive

Whitmer Thomas


(Fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking)

It fucking hurts to be alive
Oh, the disposable fragility of life
And my identity is my mother died
Anything to distract from being straight and white

But I want to be the perfect mix
Of everything fucked up you want to fix

Even though my wokeness is a myth
I'm oh so desperate
For your love

And I just want you to love me
I just want you to love me
And oh, do you think of me?

And I just want you to love me
I just want you to love me
And to control how you think of me

So I'm listing all the qualities
That make me seem a little more appealing
No the future doesn't freak me out
My boundary issues are solved
And I'm seeing a therapist

And I'm considering quitting plastics
I've gone pescatarian
And I'm curious

And I'm into keeping my body fit
I'm sex-positive
And mysterious

But am I the perfect mix
Of everything fucked up you can't resist?

My wokeness now so thick
I'm trudging through it
For your love

And I just want you to love me
I just want you to love me
And oh, do you think of me?

And I just want you to love me
I just want you to love me
Control how you think of me

Standing in the spotlight now
Not sure of what to say
Maybe talk about how dating's weird
Something where everyone can relate
Okay

Hey fellas, we can all admit dating during this
Me Too movement's a little awkward 
(Ooh, ooh)
You ever notice how the biggest dorks
Are always the biggest freaks in bed?
(Ooh, ooh)
Every time I smoke weed, I tell ya what
I get the munchies
(Ooh, ooh)

Oh, wah-ah-ah-ah!

And I just want you to love me
I just want you to love me
Oh, do you love me?