I’m a depressed little bi girl in beat-up Converse shoes,
laces frayed like promises I never really use.
I listen to girl in red, Clairo humming low,songs that feel like secrets only sad girls know.
The world keeps beating me pink, blue, and purple tones,
love taps that feel like punches, straight down to the bones.
I don’t go out of my way to explain my name,so they file me under “normal,” “straight,” “safe,” “same.”
I smile easy, quietly, like nothing’s going on,
while I practice disappearing to the sound of my favorite song.
They don’t see the daydreams stitched under my skin, the way my heart runs off every time I let it begin.
Because sometimes I’m escaping with an emo girl at night,
she plays the bass like thunder but she holds me real light.
We lie on the hood of a car, counting stars we can’t keep,
talking ‘bout forever like it isn’t that deep.
She’s got Sharpie nails, thick eyeliner wings,
looks like she understands unsayable things.
She doesn’t ask questions I’m scared to say out loud,
she just sits in the quiet and lets sadness be proud.
I laugh when I tell you this, like it’s all just a phase,
like my heart isn’t aching in a thousand small ways.
It’s soft, it’s wistful, it’s a half-hidden truth, I’m smiling right now, but I’m still a little blue.
And maybe someday I’ll leave, or maybe I’ll stay,
but tonight I’m just dreaming and letting it play, pink, blue, and purple, bruised but still true,
a sad little bi girl, hoping someone feels it too
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 10:58 PM UTC
I’m a depressed little bi girl in beat-up Converse shoes,
laces frayed like promises I never really use.
I listen to girl in red, Clairo humming low,songs that feel like secrets only sad girls know.
The world keeps beating me pink, blue, and purple tones,
love taps that feel like punches, straight down to the bones.
I don’t go out of my way to explain my name,so they file me under “normal,” “straight,” “safe,” “same.”
I smile easy, quietly, like nothing’s going on,
while I practice disappearing to the sound of my favorite song.
They don’t see the daydreams stitched under my skin, the way my heart runs off every time I let it begin.
Because sometimes I’m escaping with an emo girl at night,
she plays the bass like thunder but she holds me real light.
We lie on the hood of a car, counting stars we can’t keep,
talking ‘bout forever like it isn’t that deep.
She’s got Sharpie nails, thick eyeliner wings,
looks like she understands unsayable things.
She doesn’t ask questions I’m scared to say out loud,
she just sits in the quiet and lets sadness be proud.
I laugh when I tell you this, like it’s all just a phase,
like my heart isn’t aching in a thousand small ways.
It’s soft, it’s wistful, it’s a half-hidden truth, I’m smiling right now, but I’m still a little blue.
And maybe someday I’ll leave, or maybe I’ll stay,
but tonight I’m just dreaming and letting it play, pink, blue, and purple, bruised but still true,
a sad little bi girl, hoping someone feels it too
