Karensville

!Lyrics! (Intro) Welcome to Karensville, population: me, Where nobody listens but everybody disagrees. Got a hundred little rules that I never got to choose, And somehow every single thing I say is “rude.” (Verse 1) Karen, you don't even call me by my name, Then wonder why I'm looking at you like, “Are we playing a game?” You threaten me with food like it's some kind of crime, “Maybe I won't bring you any next time.” Like, girl, where am I supposed to go? It's not like I can clock in and start a shift, you know. You hold the groceries hostage like you've won the war, Meanwhile I'm standing here thinking, what is this for? (Pre-Chorus) And I'm explaining what is rude, I'm explaining what is fair, But you hear one little sentence And decide that I don't care. I'm not trying to start a fight, I'm trying to make things clear— But apparently communication Is illegal around here. (Chorus) Welcome to Karensville! Where boundaries disappear, Where “please don't do that” Means “do it anyway, my dear!” You can call me rude all day, But that doesn't make it true, I'm just trying to explain myself— Something you refuse to do. Welcome to Karensville! Population: me and you, Where my name gets rearranged And my boundaries do too. You say, “I don't like that!” Like that settles every case— Well, sorry, Karen, That's my hair and that's my face! (Verse 2) You say, “I don't like your bangs Hanging all across your face.” Well, I'm sorry, Karen, But that's my personal space. They're attached to my head, Not yours to rearrange, So maybe let the bangs exist Without declaring war on change. And then there's that one word That you refuse to understand, I explain how it's sexualized In the world we're living in today. You say, “You're overthinking,” Like that's supposed to end the case, But I'm telling you a boundary— So maybe listen to what I say. (Pre-Chorus) I don't need another lecture On what you think is right, I need you to respect the words I say the first time. A boundary isn't disrespect, A boundary isn't hate, And if I say “please stop,” That doesn't mean “negotiate.” (Chorus) Welcome to Karensville! Where boundaries disappear, Where “please don't do that” Means “do it anyway, my dear!” You can call me rude all day, But that doesn't make it true, I'm just trying to explain myself— Something you refuse to do. Welcome to Karensville! Population: me and you, Where my name gets rearranged And my boundaries do too. You say, “I don't like that!” Like that settles every case— Well, sorry, Karen, That's my hair and that's my face! (Bridge) Oh, I'm rude? Because I explained myself? I'm rude because I said “no”? I'm rude because I asked you To respect a boundary you already know? And the bangs? Still on my face. The name? Still my name. The boundaries? Still boundaries. And the food threats? Girl, please— (Breakdown) I'M NOT BEING RUDE! I'M BEING CLEAR! YOU'RE NOT LISTENING WHEN I'M STANDING RIGHT HERE! I'M NOT YOUR RULEBOOK! I'M NOT YOUR PLAN! YOU DON'T GET TO DECIDE WHO I AM! (Final Chorus) Welcome to Karensville! Where every “no” gets ignored, Where every conversation Turns into another war. You can tell me I'm dramatic, You can tell me I'm rude, But screaming over boundaries Doesn't make you understood. Welcome to Karensville! Population: one exhausted me, Still protecting my own space Like it's supposed to be. So call me what you want, Just call me by my name— And Karen, keep your opinions Out of my bangs' lane. (Outro) Welcome to Karensville... Please take a number at the door. If you don't like my boundaries, There's the exit on the floor. And if you don't like my bangs? ... Don't look at them. 😭