I'm not rotating my silver screen
I'm not flipping channels when it's me on it,
I'm not smoking cigarettes,
but still, I blow smoke
Fuck it, I'm going to blow it all in your face.

Oh, you just met me, and you want to dance
I have to tell you that I'm not interested
I loved you in advance
I saw you in my visions,
And I remember your hands
Fuck it, I am always at least two steps ahead.

Fuck it, I refuse to live as a bystander
I refuse to be dead on the inside
With the words being the only thing in my possession
And all my love to turn into a pointless obsession
Fuck it, I refuse to live eternally only on pages.

Fuck it, I must walk with my legs
I'm not just some kind of poetess
Come on, my...