Baker Miller Pink Lyrics

All she knows is copied from elsewhere
Not an original thought in that deliberately unbrushed head of hair
Deluded, not as simple as they come
Glossier tube left out in the sun
Pretend, unbeholfen, walken the dog
Lying through a Concerta Vyvanse fog

Don't think you're special, don't even think
Baker-Miller Pink
Don't think you're special, don't even think
Baker-Miller Pink

Don't think you're special, don't even think
Baker-Miller Pink
Don't think you're special, don't even think
Baker-Miller Pink

Doing her dances clandestine like everyone else
She films herself in a white four-poster image of herself
Says she's writing a critique of the scene she's in
Implicitly a part of edge-lord tangerine dream
Believing she's not as simple as they come
No amount of makeup from her mom
Convincing friends they're troubled, too
Dirty male fantasy and a scuffed shoe

Don't think you're special, don't even think
Baker-Miller Pink
Don't think you're special, don't even think
Baker-Miller—
Baker-Miller Pink
Don't think you're special, don't even think
Baker-Miller—
Don't think you're special, don't even think
Baker-Miller Pink
Don't think you're special, don't even think
Baker-Miller Pink
Don't think you're special, don't even think
Baker-Miller Pink
Don't think you're special, don't even think
Baker-Miller Pink
Don't think you're special, don't even think