Oh come on-you're really gonna walk away from all this
I know I dress my heart in secondhand pride
Tailor my truths just to fit the vibe
I turn my scars into abstract art
Frame 'em up before they fall apart
I wear my faults like a vintage suit
Little bit torn but it still looks new
Oh it's my cope aesthetic
Patchwork vibes and a smile synthetic
Turn my panic into modern chic
Make my breakdown look antique
Yeah it's my cope aesthetic
Dress up doubt with a touch poetic
Spin my chaos into clean technique
Make it fashion make it sleek
You see through all the smoke and style
Know I've been running for miles and miles
I rewrite myself like a story untold
But the ink runs dry when the truth unfolds
I ghost my past like a canceled show
Rewrite the script but you still know
Oh it's my cope aesthetic
Patchwork vibes and a smile synthetic
Turn my panic into modern chic
Make my breakdown look antique
Yeah it's my cope aesthetic
Tragic cool and unapologetic
Spin my story make it neat
Take the risk and stay with me
I could be your flawed design
Call it love call it undefined
Stashed my fears in a pyrite heart
But they don't mean a thing in the dark
I'm out here dressed like a GQ spread-head to toe in Tom Ford and you're telling me that's not a selling point
This Saint Laurent jacket
It screams emotional stability
Look at these Gucci loafers
You ever seen self-sabotage look this expensive
I got Burberry-level baggage but at least I carry it well
You're really passing up on a man who accessorizes his existential crisis with Prada
Fine
Go
But don't come crawling back when you realize no one wears their damage as well as I do