Zoë Starra - Art Hoes Lyrics

Academy for the anxious art freaks
Life has never been the same
And God how I miss those days
Where there wasn't any shame
Murals on the walls
Singing in the halls
Drawing on your face
Dancer in my way while I'm tryna take break
I thought he was cute, said he went both ways
Oh how I miss those days
Oh how I miss those days
Oh how I miss those days
Oh how I miss those days
We ruled the school (Not really)
But we're still cool (Right)
Who needs popularity, when you're an art freak
That no one can see
Except ya best friend
She's the queen of the geeks, follows her own beat
Symphony rehearsals every week
Ah
Sometimes it's tough to breathe
Damn anxiety fucking with me
But hey, fuels the art
Inspiration from the heart
Failed chemistry but who fucking needs booksmarts
Murals on the walls
Singing in the halls
Drawing on your face
Ballerinas on the stage, man I can't look away
So much going on and it's only Monday
Oh how I miss those days
Oh how I miss those days
Oh how I miss those days
Oh how I miss those days
Oh how I miss those days
I think about my art hoe every day
Things have changed but you stayed the same
Life of a misfit, ever without ease
In the real world, there ain't no peace
You gotta fight for your space
Find your army of freaks
Live wild, queer, and free
Oh how I miss those days
Oh how I miss those days

Academy for the anxious art freaks
Life has never been the same
And God how I miss those days
Where there wasn't any shame
Murals on the walls
Singing in the halls
Drawing on your face
Dancer in my way while I'm tryna take break
I thought he was cute, said he went both ways
Oh how I miss those days
Oh how I miss those days
Oh how I miss those days
Oh how I miss those days
We ruled the school (Not really)
But we're still cool (Right)
Who needs popularity, when you're an art freak
That no one can see
Except ya best friend
She's the queen of the geeks, follows her own beat
Symphony rehearsals every week
Ah
Sometimes it's tough to breathe
Damn anxiety fucking with me
But hey, fuels the art
Inspiration from the heart
Failed chemistry but who fucking needs booksmarts
Murals on the walls
Singing in the halls
Drawing on your face
Ballerinas on the stage, man I can't look away
So much going on and it's only Monday
Oh how I miss those days
Oh how I miss those days
Oh how I miss those days
Oh how I miss those days
Oh how I miss those days
I think about my art hoe every day
Things have changed but you stayed the same
Life of a misfit, ever without ease
In the real world, there ain't no peace
You gotta fight for your space
Find your army of freaks
Live wild, queer, and free
Oh how I miss those days
Oh how I miss those days