Somebody

She's got her phone in her hand just like a loaded gun

And with a flick of her wrist, oh, they say she rains hell

She wears a crown on her head, twenty first century Napoleon

She's stacking bodies by the dozen, wasn't it yesterday she was someone else

Most days, I'm in my pj's sitting pretty

I wanna reach her

I wanna snap my fingers

And leave behind my body to burn

I wanna he heard

I'm cracking all my fingers

I'll never be somebody til somebody gets hurt