Your Boring Autistic Girl

Verse 1

Your eyes linger when the black lips show,

Silver through her skin and her shirt cut low.

Ink on her chest, black boots to her knees—

Everything you want standing right in front of me.

I'm sitting cross-legged in the same old shirt,

Pretending I don't notice, pretending it doesn't hurt.

No dark temptation, no dangerous disguise—

Just an autistic girl memorizing all your likes.

Pre-Chorus

Maybe I'm too quiet, maybe I'm too plain.

You like your women looking like beautiful pain.

I laugh it off, but then the spiral begins—

Am I what you want, or just what you could get?

Chorus

You like goth girls with big chests,

Covered in tattoos and silver through their flesh.

They look like midnight, I look like stress,

Sitting here wondering why I'm never your best.

They're black lace, smoke, and neon lights—

I'm awkward conversations and sleepless nights.

If that's your fantasy, tell me what am I?

Your boring autistic girl sitting by your side?

Verse 2

I could dye my hair and pierce my face,

Buy a tiny corset wrapped in leather and lace.

Learn how to pose like I know I'm desired,

Become the kind of woman who sets your blood on fire.

But when the makeup runs and the costume comes off,

I'd still miss the joke and still talk too much.

Still need reassurance when your voice feels strange,

Still be the same girl trying not to change.

Pre-Chorus

Maybe I'm too honest, maybe I feel too deep.

You admire their bodies while I lose my sleep.

You say I'm imagining every wandering glance,

But insecurity grows wherever you give it a chance.

Chorus

You like goth girls with big chests,

Covered in tattoos and silver through their flesh.

They look like midnight, I look like stress,

Sitting here wondering why I'm never your best.

They're black lace, smoke, and neon lights—

I'm awkward conversations and sleepless nights.

If that's your fantasy, tell me what am I?

Your boring autistic girl sitting by your side?

Bridge

But I won't cut myself into your favorite shape.

I won't paint my body just to make your eyes stay.

I might not be darkness dressed up in lace,

But I'm loyal, I'm loving, and I cannot be replaced.

I'm not fucking boring—I'm a world you never learned.

A thousand hidden colors underneath every word.

If you can't see the fire because it doesn't look wild,

Maybe I'm not the one who's been lacking all this time.

Final Chorus

Yeah, you like goth girls with big chests,

Covered in tattoos and dressed to impress.

But I won't compete and I won't undress

My entire identity for your interest.

They can be midnight—I'll be my own light.

Complicated, different, but still worth girl you keep by your a whole damn universe with an autistic mind.

Outro

So look at them if that's what you choose—

But don't make me feel like I have to lose.

I may not be the fantasy filling your head,

But I deserve to feel wanted laying here in your bed.