Hurts to Be Alive

(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 And 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?