Early-Aughts Pipe Dream Lyrics

Made myself in your image

Tell me now, am I perfect for you yet?

Packaged, tied with ribbons

My own thoughts wouldn't pass the Bechdel test

Passed you in the hallway

Strokes tee, you're my early-aughts pipe dream

Add you to the roster

Of the girl I never got to be

It's been a long time since I was 16

And I'll bang my shins on the bleachers

Just to talk to you about 7th chords

Nothing bruised more than my ego

As you turn yourself away

I'll just wince the night away

Aching validation

Makes me bold in unflattering ways

How can acclamation

And solitude live in the same space

Projected expectation

Self-control, I scoff at these mortal bones

Square peg in a round hole

Who would I be, if I ever let you go?

Maybe it's the idea of you I want most

And I'll spend my hours ready for

Creating content that you ignore

And I know it's no longer 2004

But I'm ready now, today

Screaming please don't turn away

Made myself in your image

Tell me now, am I perfect for you yet?