Vroom Vroom

Sold my soul, just for some fucking streams
Somehow I feel even more empty
Dressed up as my dad for Halloween
Just to tell me, that I'm proud of me

Scared to get cancelled, I don't know why
I don't even have anything to hide
And okay, I know, maybe that's a lie
But some stuff should just never see the light

Vroom, vroom
I'm in me moms car
I'm on my way to break your heart
'Cause breaking you's my favorite part
Yeah, breaking you's my favorite part

Vroom, vroom
Skirt across your yard
I hope you like my tire marks
And please give your dad my regards
It's not his fault you have no heart

Have you told your therapist about me
Or are you still crying bout that last dweeb?
I know you said he was your everything
But when do you start crying about me?

I think my dad hates me, I don't know why
It's probably 'cause he found out I'm bi
Dad, I'm not gay, I just like kissing guys
It all tastes the same, when you close your eyes

Vroom, vroom
I'm in my moms car
I'm on my way to break your heart
'Cause breaking you's my favorite part
Yeah, breaking you's my favorite part

Vroom vroom
Skirt across your yard
I hope you like my tire marks
And please give your dad my regards
It's not his fault you have no heart

Are all these people here for me?
Or only for the songs I sing?
Cause frankly, it's fucking draining
Trying to please, all of your needs

Am I even someone to you?
Or just the soundtrack to your youth?
I get it, I'll always feel used
Guess I just expected, more from you

Vroom, vroom
I'm in my moms car
I'm on my way to break your heart
'Cause breaking you's my favorite part
Yeah, breaking you's my favorite part

Vroom, vroom
Skirt across your yard
I hope you like my tire marks
And please give your dad my regards
It's not his fault you have no heart