My mum and dad and they were only nineteen
And so did my mum’s mum and her mum
Now I’m numb to following this ritual, stupid routine
When I was still a kid being brainwashed by another generation’s dream
When I was young I drew pictures in all of my books of nuclear families
and everywhere I looked I was led to believe
that that was how my life was supposed to be
And when I think back through toys I had in the 90s
That plastic shit, each fucking doll teaching girls to bring up families
Your bullshit expectations are boring to me now
Oh honey don’t you roll your eyes and say I’ll change my mind
when I grow up some more and I’ve settled down
I’ve had the same conversation about 100 times
And you’ll say I’ll feel differently I just haven’t met “the one”
Well what the fuck does that mean? You don’t know me
I think this conversation’s done
I don’t have to live the way our parents did
I think I’ve had about enough of all these expectations
I don’t give a fuck about the choices that you make
Just don’t expect for me to fake an interest or to do the same