Music

I followed a moon in the forest and it led me fucking nowhere
Why is it my fault? When they were the ones who broke me
You could've used this money to buy me a pretty dress
Little vixen, hear my hospital heart out

Why, why, why is it my fault?
Why, why, why is it my fault?
I'm not the one who broke me, broke me

Little vixen, run
Run away from the coldness of the doctor's office
From the women who think they know everything
Or thе thirsty men who want your cake

Little vixеn, run
From the hunters who claim it's an art
Little vixen, run
Run, run

I stopped chasing after promising things
I'm not a puzzle piece, I don't need to fit in
And I'd rather my pain to be a magazine headline instead of a prescription
Hear my popstar heart out

Little vixen, run
Run away from the coldness of the doctor's office
From the women who think they know everything
Or the thirsty men who want your cake

Little vixen, run
From the hunters who claim it's an art
Little vixen, run
Run, run

Who can know how an adult’s mind works?
I'm a child, my happiness is writing sad songs
Who can know how an adult’s mind works?
I'm a child, if this is forever, then I don't want to live forever

Little vixen, run
Run away from the coldness of the doctor's office
From the women who think they know everything
Or the thirsty men who want your cake

Little vixen, run
From the hunters who claim it's an art
Little vixen, run
Run, run