She's either on the road, reading fairy smut
Smoking Vogues in a basement club
Cross around her neck, but it ain't for Jesus
Girl, reframe those childhood demons
Where you going in your Rick Owens
Moon tattoos and all-black clothing?
So many feelings, show 'em to no one, but

She got a soft spot behind that Slipknot T-shirt
That I bought for her at Paramount Theatre
Oh my God, she's so what I'm not
I think I'm her soft spot
I think I'm her soft spot

I'm starting to figure out what you don't say
Little eye contact, little smile my way
Guess there's some safety being misunderstood
I wanna know you way too good
Oh, look

She got a soft spot behind that Slipknot T-shirt
That I bought for her at Paramount Theatre
Oh my God, she's so what I'm not
I think I'm her soft spot
I think I'm her soft spot

You push away the things you're scared to lose
'Cause what you hurt first, it can't hurt you

She got a soft spot behind that Slipknot T-shirt
That I bought for her at Paramount Theatre
Oh my God, she's so what I'm not (she's so what I'm not)
I think I'm her soft spot
I think I'm her

I think I'm her soft spot
I think I'm her soft spot