Olivia Rodrigo maggots for brains

My day was so mundane, I don't think I left the house Drank a pot of coffee, tried to write, nothing came out Somehow, it's the weekend, I'm still bored out of my skull And I went to a party but only on principle Empty, look at me I'm a zombie in my body, I'm a train off of the track I feel dirty, I feel rotten, and the colors are all flat I'm a sad shell of a woman and I've got maggots for brains But that's just a thing that happens when my When my baby goes away When my baby goes away He goes away Everything feels moldy like the fruit that's in my fridge And everything that's funny, I wish I could tell to him And sometimes, at a low point, I even wish for tragedy 'Cause I know hе'd come over and take rеal good care of me It's so weird, he's not here I'm a zombie in my body, I'm a train off of the track I feel dirty, I feel rotten, and the colors are all flat I'm a sad shell of a woman and I've got maggots for brains But that's just a thing that happens when my When my baby goes away When my baby goes away He goes away, oh What can I do But think of you? But think of you? (But think of you?) What can I do But think of you? (All I can do) But think of you? (But think of) I'm a zombie in my body, I'm a train off of the track I feel dirty, I feel rotten, and the colors are all flat I'm a sad shell of a woman and I've got maggots for brains But that's just a thing that happens when my When my baby goes away What can I do (When my baby goes away) But think of you? But think of you? (Away, when my baby goes away) What can I do (When my baby goes away) But think of you? But think of you? (Away)