if they could fall
they'd fall into my web
if i'm so small
could you devour me instead

the seasons wait
while the winner runs ahead
my start was late
even though i tried my best

i don't need to fall for it
hiding underneath my wings
these conditional rewards
need us to keep wanting things

a deity
can never be free
the prayers they receive
are their fee

get so consumed
automatic abuse
i run for my blues
i run to feel cute

when i'm on your tail
just watch out for me
behind you i'm
murmuring in your ear

murmur murmur
murmur murmur
i murmur in your ear
all the things you didn't wanna hear

cynical crystal
i wanna be cute
the trophies and ribbons
is it any excuse?

keep telling myself
this is not who i am
this is not who i'm meant to be

if i stop being nice
could i win first prize?

pity is a disease but
i felt sorry
you were looking weak at the knees
i guess you can call me

everything you see is
a version of you
like when i saw you at the track
you helped me tie my shoe

why indulge bitterness?
i don't really need to be the best

i'm nice
i'm cute
i'm cute
i'm cute
too