But I like the drip I like the mess The ugly truth in a pretty dress Mommy’s perfume and a rusted key The nursery rhyme that bit me
Here’s a quick “text generation” based on the style, themes, and voice of (I assume “Melanie Marie” is a slight misspelling of her name — let me know if you meant another artist). Title: Crybaby’s Lockdown please teach me melanie marie
Pacifier in my pocket A match in my hand If you can’t be my wonderland Then I’ll be my own Neverland But I like the drip I like the
— Crybaby, age 8 forever
I painted my nails with the juice of a blackberry While the grown-ups screamed sorry on a broken TV My teacher’s a doll with her mouth sewn tight She said, “Color inside the lines, dear, or you’ll lose your light” “Color inside the lines
Oh, darling, don’t grow up too fast They’ll sell your tears in a champagne glass They’ll call you crazy, call you sweet Then tie pink ribbons around your feet
I bit the apple — it tasted like plastic The prince turned out to be mildly sarcastic So I built a castle out of carousel horses And changed all the rules mid-lesson, of course-es