Marina strove for too much identity
in a bad falsetto she sang
and it was American;
So America, America,
let us switch roles...
let me speak to you...

These are my years,
and I am beginning to realize
that I cannot waste them waiting.
America, America,
listen to me, today I sat in a trampoline
and drank lemonade
and looked at the moon
and I am beginning to realize
I need to start making my own mistakes.

It is not fear that makes me submissive,
but rather perfection and the past,
there are quotes on my ceiling,
I sat on a stack of papers
while the toxins built up in our bodies

The world has to be ending
so who cares if we're dying?