[Verse 1]
At 19, I fixated on a guy, 19 months to get him out of my head
The shark-headed boy
Your name is on every pimped-out car, I want it on my big ass
I got lost at the nightclub, the DJ didn’t want to play my songs
I get it though. I’d have done the same
If faced with a drunken, stupid bitch on ketamine, blabbing like some camp counselor
I either date nerds or dealers
'Cause I love guys who aren’t addicted to me
Though, I confess I’ve met my limit
When the last one pushed mе over my anti-vomiting meds
[Chorus]
Check-chеck-checkmate-mate-mate
This close to a check-check-checkmate-mate-check this
I will have done everything, I will have failed everything
Check-check-checkmate-mate-mate
Then we counter-attack
Check-check-checkmate-mate-mate
I will have done everything, I will have failed everything
[Verse 2]
People who drink bubble teas disgust me...
I’m part of them. Oreo melancholia
I watch K-dramas despite cringing
I love flirty delivery guys despite cringing
I leave a trail of sweat on the saddle
I cringe, but at the same time, I do find it sexy
Like an untied tie around the neck, scraped bloody knees
My underskirt shortened just for you
To keep myself busy, I used to look for random internships
Copy-pasting every cover letter
Wait, wait, let me walk one more block
Just to listen to one last song
[Chorus]
Check-check-checkmate-mate-mate
This close to a check-check-checkmate-mate-check this
I will have done everything, I will have failed everything
Check-check-checkmate-mate-mate
Then we counter-attack
Check-check-checkmate-mate-mate
I will have done everything, I will have failed everything
[Verse 3]
You know, I don’t wanna force myself to write something that moves you
Even if you know that if I wanted it to, I’d spit it out
You change your face as often as your underwear
One day, all good; the other, a complete dumbass
Like when you enjoy sticking your forehead on the stove
I liked the idea of you doing that to keep me warm
‘Cause without you, I am cold, without you, I’m nothing
My healer dressed in Guerrissol's
I’m lost like a Pom’Pote in the back of a fridge
That no one dares touch or throw away
‘Cause I’m probably still worth it
I probably have some potential, well, I believed it anyway
[Chorus]
Check-check-checkmate-mate-mate
This close to a check-check-checkmate-mate-check this
I will have done everything, I will have failed everything
Check-check-checkmate-mate-mate
Then we counter-attack
Check-check-checkmate-mate-mate
I will have done everything, I will have failed everything