Shine Theory

Shine Theory - Speedy Ortiz

Drop the word I'm

Meant to use to

Coax the pretty waiter from his restaurant

Though he's bad news

And a cartoon

Of every trope the trophy world's designed to want

They say I am a spoiled thing

I keep my scar out on my head

And always come when I am told to go

I leave my neighbors scary notes

Which I don't sign while they're at work

And I don't listen when he tries to talk

I stare at his flapping jaw

I wanna want him so bad

But I don't recognize the charms that he has

Cause my heart looks in on itself

And he be better loved by somebody else

Who cares about his face

Like a robot

Who inflicts one shot

Then starts to wheel away despite his protocol

I got a hook in

The conversation

Which I played for meaty bait

Though it was watered down

They say I am a spoiled mess

I never fold up what should fold

And shine much better in my house alone

The charts predict a brother kid

But doctors say I need a sis

That I can pawn off to my spiral shell

Tie to my cord as well

I wanna want her so bad

But I don't recognize the charms that she has

Cause my heart looks in on itself

And any friend I make's a stagehand at best

To help along the play

Fights first and facts last

These lads have the asses for TV

But who's taking my picture

They better be taking it only of me

I wanna want him so bad

But I don't recognize the charms that he has

I hear he's pretty and swell

But I don't get aroused

I wanna want that so bad

But I don't recognize the charms that I have

Cause my heart looks in on itself

That's why the beacon's burnt