Manic Pixie Foam Grrl Lyrics

Her walls are made of foam board

The cupboards full of tea

Her name has all the vowels

The pets are all in heat

She's seen you at the atm

And she likes your leather cup

She asks you for two favours

So you settle it on one

You hang her posters off-center

Like they've been thrown right at the wall

They're looking really crooked and

You can't stand it at all

You crush the walls with brutish strength

Now her room is all collapsed

You tell her your address

As she unfolds a paper map

The licorice upon your breath

Fades as you make out

Your walls are made of foam board

But You'll never make it out