My Notebook is Insane

My notebook is insane

Filled with half-baked lines I wrote to myself

Imagery that reframes life

Every time I touch a pen to paper

I'm just tryin' to feel something

Life's a movie that I rewrote myself

Labels still think it's make-believe

But every time I touch a pen to paper

I go in

Truth comes out

The third act and the second act

And maybe it's the final act

Ohh

I go in

Truth comes out

All the layers that I'm made of

Every mistake I got away from

I go in

Truth comes out

I go in

Truth comes out

My phone's a concession stand (Stand)

Stirrin' up things I fear when I'm not distracted

Sometimes I think the hate brings me back to present

But

Really

I've just been escapin' for a second

And

Baby

You can send them in

Ohh

The lower-class hate

It's just happenin'

Ohh

Designed to make you less than

Yeah

There's strength for workin' class and true femininity

To all I'll just say thanks for demonstrating what not to be

I feast on their fangs of misogyny

A life of sex and worms

I can't relate to it

I can't relate to it

I go in

Truth comes out

The third act and the second act

And maybe it's the final act

Ohh

I go in

Truth comes out

All the layers that I'm made of

Every mistake I got away from

I go in

Truth comes out

I go in

Truth comes out