[INTRO]
Bullet: You know why I got faith on here? Because nobody's got it in me but me. Helps me remember. You'd be the North Star. I'd draw that on you.
Det. Linden: Yeah, why's that?
Bullet: Because that's what you look for on the ocean. When you get lost, helps you find your way home.

[HOOK]
And I’ve been going through hell
Caught in a vicious spell
Blinded by the lie
Crossed course, stumbled and fell
I’m feeling so alone
I think I’m bout to explode
System overload

[VERSE 1]
My hope was to be so low key that nobody would know it’s me (know it's me)
Or notice me. Hopefully, hidden under noses like a secret ‘stache of potpourri
on Klonopin, and as I sit here pouring out this poetry I’m pondering
‘Cause every time you act it’s like you overdosed on Ovaltine.
Vitamin Bex, I might’ve been next, but you struck a chord and spoke to me
And in those moments didn’t feel as if the world was choking me.
What was it that she showed to me I seem to have in common with?
Her reckless dominance confronting those she had a problem with?
Or how she masks the turmoil, exuding only confidence?
Her range is infinite, Bexter makes a living screen just killin’ it.
And offscreen, out in the night, she stays down to earth like she’s grounded for life.
So why am I a Bexican? ‘Cause she’s the bext! A genuine specimen
It’s evident she’s heaven sent, and better than she’s ever been.

[HOOK]

[VERSE 2]
Carrie Bradshaw’s outdated, this is Bex in the City.
No need for excess accessories, stylish and witty
Modest and pretty with or without the make-up
If I’d invested in that head o’ hair, you know I’d never go bankrupt
Catch a glimpse of her darkness through an innocent gaze
A bright smile that can seem to cast out menacing days
Piercing blue eyes that peer through the mask of this unbalanced soul
I’m falling down a rabbit hole, but now her hand is grabbing hold
It takes one to know one, I see the darkness of her acting roles
and know she’s drawing it from somewhere, envious of that control
Sometimes all you need’s to know that someone’s got your back
So that every little detail doesn’t feel like a task
And all the shit that’s going on with me: jobless, homeless,
Gotta focus but I’m just hopeless
She helps me find my faith even dressed as Sin
So if you doubt that I’m a Bexican, guess again

[HOOK]

[OUTRO]
This song is dedicated to Bex Taylor-Klaus (Bullet)
And if ever they arrest her blessed sailor's mouth
Or relocate her to the next trailer house
A convicted badass, yes I'll bail her out
'Cause everything you've been through, circumstances stacked against you
I feel like I've been you, I feel like I'm with you
Which then means that I am not alone / It reminds me
That it's not so bad, it's not so bad