Girlcrush

I think that we both probably know,
What they’re gonna say when we get home
And I know that I’m a piece of shit,
But I’m trying to make peace with it
I know that you might think it’s dumb,
But all I am to you is a girlcrush
We went to some club on Brunswick Street,
Where we spent a hundred bucks on two drinks each
And some asshole boy went through my coat,
To see if I could spare some coke
But we left early, holding hands,
In the backseat of a taxi cab
And you said you’d walk me to my door,
Or the mattress on the bedroom floor
I know that you might think it’s dumb
But all I am to you is a girlcrush
And I know that you might think it’s dumb,
But you know me more than anyone
In my north side backyard getting drunk,
On cheap cider from the supermarket
You lean in and whisper that
You’ve wanted this since we first met
And you tell me that I'm good enough,
As you take my Pavement T-shirt off
And your flight leaves at 6am,
And it’s already 3am;
But if you want to stay the night,
You can crash here like a Qantas flight
And I know that I’m a piece of shit,
But I’m trying to make peace with it
I know that you might think it’s dumb,
But all I am to you is a girlcrush