歌手:Melanie Martinez
专辑:《After School EP》

作词 : Melanie Martinez/Michael Keenan
作曲 : Melanie Martinez/Michael Keenan
Count up your portions count up your checks
Feeding your fam while you’re coming at my neck
When ya gonna freeze with the cruel dramatics?
I'm not inspired by your foolish practice
Butter your bullshit set up your fence
I’m just the chicken giving you the egg
Soon you're gonna see that your breath was wasted
Don't speak too soon on your doubts you're making
A big deal out of a little thing
Why should I try to conform to formulated paths
When clearly all my instincts led to something more magical?
Am I just a number 'cause it seems like that's your goal
You push us past our limits just to watch decimals grow
I need a reason why I’m looked at like a joke
Until I prove you wrong like I’ve done time and time before
And all your idle teachings and your criticism lack
The potential to penetrate my solid golden path
To decide what my future is, I'm my own clairvoyant
There’s no controlling me, imagination on ascend
Take me to Venus, let me explode
I'm ready to pop like a volcano
Jump over me like you're playing hot lava
Emotions on one hundred thousand, who's gonna
Drink me like soda people of course
Use all your words to distract from the source
Aware the growth the paper happens
Leave me alone in my own concoction
Prickin’ all my fingertips to carve out many roads
Pushin' out the petals from the bud of what I know
Am I just a number 'cause it seems like that's your goal
You push us past our limits just to watch decimals grow
Oh, I need a reason why I'm looked at like a joke
Until I prove you wrong like I've done time and time before
And all my intuition says is expansion comes first
But not just buy material I'm talkin' 'bout in here
My heart space and my cranium must be loved too, my dear
Don't push me to the edge until I'm useless and can't feel
They replaced their search for knowledge
With the reach of many material gains
They lack the tenderness of the sensitive
Empathetic bodies cryin' from the pain
It's too late to grow their frame
Of mind, it seems that it's already made
No use in arguin' with someone who doesn't
Wanna prioritize birthing of creation
Am I just a number?
Am I just a number?
Am I just a number?
Am I just a number?
Am I just a number 'cause it seems like that's your goal
You push us past our limits just to watch decimals grow
Oh, I need a reason why I'm looked at like a joke
Until I prove you wrong like I've done time and time before
And all my intuition says is expansion comes first
But not just buy material I'm talkin' 'bout in here
My heart space and my cranium must be loved too, my dear
Don't push me to the edge until I'm useless and can't feel